Hypo Psycho - London Undone lyrics

Working in the market In your puffa jacket Going down the dog track, In your burberry cap To everyone a realy yob, Why don't you get a proper job Can't be asked to be a voter, rather talk about your motor Rucking at your leisure, violence your pleasure 20 pints of Stella, call yourself a fella?! I see you stare across at me, without support where would you be? You keep on tucking into tax Bout time I took a little back I'm tired of wasting my time on you London undone there's nothing left for you Coming from a broken home, you can't stand it when you're on your own safety in your numbers, on your own a little humbler Take but never giving, London owing you a living Taking in the current bun, London's coming undone Rucking at your leisure, violence your pleasure 20 pints of Stella, call yourself a fella?! I see you stare across at me, without support where would you be? You keep on tucking into tax Bout time I took a little back I'm tired of wasting my time on you London undone there's nothing left for you Hey wait a minute, lets reverse the point of view It's all about having fun, who you next gonna screw It's a hard life we're living even harder to be driven Everyone wants a cut you just take what you're given Send us of to school, off the streets out of trouble The minute we hit 18 do the marines on the double Follow all the rules and escape a life in prison Take a look around no-one cares we're 3rd division I see you stare across at me, without support where would you be? You keep on tucking into tax Bout time I took a little back I'm tired of wasting my time on you London undone there's nothing left for you (Thanks to cheryl for these lyrics)