This ones for all
The twats and the pricks
The ones who drive drunken
The ones who kill kids
The ones who rip families
Apart with their cars
Pushing metal into metal
And walk away with mere scars
This ones for all
The trigger hugging fools
The ones who "pack heat"
In the streets that they rule
The cowardly morons
Who use bullets as shields
Not caring about the crossfire
From the metal they wield
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Grey misty Sand to mud and yellow to green; Scents of dead leaves and lost grapes. Drying cannabis aromas surround the scenes Humans conscious habits erode sins of days past and unseen.
Under the sheet. Lovers meet. Lost people. Swept from their feet. Blue twisted places. Unknown faces. Lost people. That the mind erases. Pretty little stars. Speeding cars. Lost people.
There she was All alone with a mirror and a phone. Like a satellite looking for home.
Dear Prime Minister I've decided to write you a letter. Not in hope that things will eventually get better. But just to vent, about how you've taxed my breakfast and raised my rent.
I'm a pebble in the centre of the earth for all to see. I put on my mask before I wake and be the man that I'm supposed to be.
And the living Is easy, Fish are jumping, And we're all getting high. Your daddy's rich, And your mamma is good looking, So let's have a barbie tomorrow and make sure the chicken is cooked thoroughly.
Out from nothingness we crawled, Guided by Broken Britain's walls, Built on ruined scripts of old, Where ancient memories unfold.
Hooded rats bumping fists Ford fiestas, Hip Hop beats Chav tarts with saggy tits Drunk tramps singing on the train Wanna be gangsters being a pain Cloudy skies, constant rain Burberry caps and...
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