The New White Punks
By Ewan
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Teenaged, had a face for the knife crime.
Spent my cash on every RPG I could find.
Wasted time in every school in Golders Green.
Cutting loose, I didn't care what the Rabbi seen.
We're white punks on dope.
Mum and Dad moved to Cricklewood.
Hang myself in a picture with the Pope.
Can't grow up, though I know I should.
White punks on dope.
White punks on dope.
Other kids are living in the ghetto,
being born in Hampstead Heath, doesn't seem much better.
I go crazy 'cause my folks are so middle-class
Have to riot, I'm a white punk pain in the arse.
Sounds real classy, living in a mews
So lonely, with my Convair training shoes
We're white punks on dope,
Mum and Dad moved to Cricklewood.
Hang myself in a picture with the Pope.
Can't grow up, though I know I should.
White punks on dope,
White punks on dope.
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A good update - but there
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