Walking to the chip shop Something cheap, I want it The change in my pocket, is just enough But I've got it Looking at the football, someone scored Who doesn't? Red and white on buildings, outside How a world shows colours It's true colours And I don't get what the people said When they told me I would have been better off dead In a Grimsby Bed and Breakfast homestead I've got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close... And I don't get what those blue eyes meant, When they stared me down from across the Pavement I've got a brand new attitude, for my new friends I'll keep my wits with me when they come too close Walking to the chip shop Something mean, I smell it The boom blast of speakers Rock'n'roll, you love it Mopeds and crap cars, patrol... How the kids find trouble Fireworks and bonfires Of burnt books An old house to rubble... Grey rubble And I don't get what the people said When they told me I would have been better off dead In a Ramsgate council estate homestead I've got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close And I don't get what that blonde hair meant When it shone down upon me from across the pavement I've got a brand new attitude, for my new friends I'll keep my wits with me when they come too close... And it'll soon be only you or I That's not either nationalised Or a licensed company Take in a breath of that smoke filled air! They burnt the last family that lived here Oh well! Hear those dogs barking The skinheads down the pub Swallowing the bits of lime in their drinks... It helps to revive the taste buds! Nobody comes here... Nobody cares... Nobody comes here- Nobody comes here- Nobody comes here- We're not welcome Nobody comes here Never cared... I don't get What, blue - blue eyes, blue eyes meant I don't - I don't get - Nobody comes here, nobody comes here Nobody cares