Album: other songs

All Got Our Runnings

Again I step out of my yard
Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord
Start chippin' up the road 'cause I owe him three weeks dough

The ships sinkin'
telly's on the blinkin'
in the pub it's one beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feeding

When the quids are down
try sneakin' a bottle of brandy round bouncers
into the Ministry of Sound,
scores, Moffat, back indoors with a profit

'Cause they do say that having no money forces one to make the right choices on life each day
If you can't pay you can't play

Success hides a multitude of sins
but I aint succesful and my piggy bank's still in the bin
Been there since I was a kid

Going 'round in circles
not being careful
but say, I get paid on friday
Can't wait to live life my way

Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer
I've gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnings now

On the streets I'm just a geezer
I've gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnings now

+2x

Brut pocket I'm back in the Burassic seat again
After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends

Brought it all on myself see, granted
now I'm scoring draw for everyone to get my next splif sorted

Hang 'round mums house to get smothered
God no tins in cupboard this week
Hold on to your seat, cos
it's all gone a bit Pete

Live for the moment said he, wrong!
Downing beers out of my tree
Now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory

You know things are bleak
When you're tellin' the birds you asked out last week, that things are busy
When really you got no dough in the piggy

Two days after payday's clocked
and it's in The Black Dog
stuffin' them socks into pool table pockets

Cause on the streets... x4

I'm skint, got no moolah
Need to get some colour in my cheeks says mom
That will be my English inner city tan

I'm skinny like a woman
Need to get some punan through the door
"Please sir, can I have some more"
Oi, oi!
Lend me a tenner so I can go to the chips shop,
twentyfour hour garage and then for a quick top,
this time opting for the reassuringly cheap option

When the quids are down
my Schott hoodie's my ball gown
my essential accessory is my bad day frown, cause

Life in the third class carriage can be evil,
when your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel

Sir Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade
and dig me a grave
Cause I can't pay the rent but I got hundred and nine pound pair of trainers on

Cause on the streets... x4

La la la
And then this geezer turned round to me and said
"What are you doing you twat"
And I was like
"What the fu*k is this, what are you saying
you div"

Oi, that's it.