 well i wake up but find it really hard to get up
everyday feels like a stick up
robbed me of life and anything nice
and the only thing i look forward to is having a score in my pocket with the pub in sight
and you look at me as if im some sort of vagrant
you walk past and spit on me like my home was the pavement
and the JSA says no claim, not today, not for you, no pay, on your way
it's alright things are gonna be alright
it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight
but i'm tires and i'm tired and i'm bored
i'm tired everyday and everyday is so long
it's alright im not gonna stress tonight
alright, looking my best tonight
but don't you say it now
that we are scum
it's written on the walls in every town you judge us all but we wont run
we are scum
we're everything you hate to see a product of society your son
you bleed us dry and suffocate our pride
and when we speak our minds you wanna lock us up inside
and then tag us as a bitter, psychotic, football hooligan, patriotic, narrow minded shite
kiss this and kiss this and kiss this
we just can't survive in this sickness
and we're tired of the do gooders who think everyones lovely
it's just the way the world is, the good, bad and the ugly
it's alright things are gonna be alright
it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight
but i'm tires and i'm tired and i'm bored
i'm tired everyday and everyday is so long
it's alright im not gonna stress tonight
alright, looking my best tonight
but don't you say it now
that we are scum
it's written on the walls in every town you judge us all but we wont run
we are scum
we're everything yopu hate to see a product of society your son
solo
it's alright things are gonna be alright
it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight
but don't you say it now
that we are scum
it's written on the walls in every town you judge us all but we wont run
we are scum
we're everything yopu hate to see a product of society your son
we are scum
it's written on the walls in every town you judge us all but we wont run
we are scum
we're everything yopu hate to see a product of society your son
Christ how long are you gonna keep pointing the same fingers at us?
painting us with the same old brush
same old story
how about taking a look at yourself
wake up and smell the coffee
you bunch of ignorant mugs
cause and affect
you messed it up
we're now living in it
cheers
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