Right now I think I'm better off out   With a packet of snouts and a shivering face   Than the place called home I just come from   There's trouble brewing it wouldn't be long   Back with the boys go spitting in the park   With the freezing outlooks and boiling hearts   Buyright cowboys eyes like my mischeif   A possie on pushbikes looking for business      Hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away   Like little pretenders to the old east enders   A Ronnie and Reggie craze   Pray to the alter of the old bus stop   Pray for a better off life   Till a distant war drums heavy inside   Woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife      "Oi Paul!" I said "you off your face if you think there's glory   It's East 1 mate not West Side Story   Put the fucking knife away   Or they'll bang you up for the rest of your days"   He looks at me with the devil in his eyes   "Are you on my side or are you mechandised?!"   I don't need you no more, I'm better on me own   and with a stab stab stab he left me in the road      Hoods up in flying formation see the old gentleman run   Like little pretenders to the old East Enders   "You ain't no gangster son"   You know I fought two wars for your skinny behinds   Your kind don't deserve pro life   Till a distant war drums heavy inside as I fall to the floor   Paul's pullin' out a knife      He's given up on life    Stupid!      Hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away   Like little pretenders to the old East Enders riding to a better day   Pray to the alter of the old bus stop   Pray for a better off life   Till a distant war drums heavy inside   Woss up with Paul, he's pullin' out a knife      And I'm burning inside