Broken Britain
Here comes junky Johnny
He’s come to score
He’s brother said their mums a whore
He drives around a broke old van
He’s mother lives in a caravan
Their kids are wretched
He’s wife is blue
He’s eldest son is on the glue
He lost his job years ago
The drinking problem did ever grow
Two bottles of whiskey to pass the day
He’s poor old wife would always pay
It’s grim round here lass
You should make a move
Folks round here got things to prove
There’s gobby Debbie at 73
And her old man with the dodgy knee
The fight each night like cat and dog
The police come round on the dot
Come on you two call it a day
Some of us have bills to pay
The council house is damp and poor
Not a stitch of carpet on the floor
You wouldn’t choose it ..the life of despair
But it will get you if you don’t care
Learn your sums now
Go to school
So your be no bodies fool
It’s no good though
The genes are bad
You’re do nothing worthwhile with that lad
He’s fit for nothing
His parents poor
If you see him coming best bolt the door
He’ll steel your purse
Right out ya bag
And use your change to buy some fags
His sister sarah
Didn’t take the pill
She had a baby
But the babies illl
Or that’s what the neighbours thought
But the babies mum was up in court
Well try again sarah said
As she wearily laid on the bed
Her tummy rumbled her tears they flowed
How will her baby grow
Tomorrow’s another day
But to leave this place she’ll have to pray
Nothings good here ..days are hard
Maybe she’ll buy a scratch card
dream of money and feeling well
Instead of this god dam hell
Not a winner not this time
Oh well it’s another night of crime
When will it get better on this estate
Some bastards smashed her garden gate
No one gives a shit round here
She wishes she could disappear
She’s had enough now
She’s need a break
Get her out of here for fucks sake!
She never stood a chance
Poor sarah
She was brought up by a carer
Her mum left years before
Sarah heard her shut the door
In the cold and dark she stood
Alone and frightened but understood
Her mum had run to get away
She couldn’t do another day
The depravity it gets in the bones
And eats away in silent moans
If you do not leave this hell
That’ll be your life as well
Come on kids there’s gangs to run
At eleven you can have a gun
It’s easy money selling gear
It’ll make your problems disappear
It’s bad round here
Just like they said
Any aspirations put to bed
Get that bullshit out ya head
And get your arse upstairs to bed
There’s no hope for boys like you
For there’s fuck all to do
Wishing is pointless and dreaming’s mad
You’re always end up like your Dad
Ali J 💙 (copywriter)
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