The Boys (UK)

Neighbourhood Brats

The Boys (UK)


Through the concrete piazzas they roam 
Safe in numbers they're never alone 
The mutant offspring of council house schemes 
The dreaded nightmare of town planners dreams 

Neighbourhood brats, neighbourhood brats 
Folks step aside when they pass

You blame the teachers, the troubles at home 
You blame the parents, where did we go wrong 
You blame the violence in films that they see 
You blame the drugs, the sex on TV

Neighbourhood brats, neighbourhood brats 
Church goers hide when they pass 
And then he kicked me...

Blame the plastic, the concrete and glass 
The carefully measured out pieces of grass 
The comprehensive's concentration camp wall 
The desolated community hall

The one-car garage and semi-detached 
Neat little garden and yard at the back 
The little boxes with nowhere to hide 
Two up, two down, toilet inside