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| «…What trust can we any longer place in government policies that have |
| Rigorously and indeed brutally held down wages, yet at the same time |
| Increased prices and in the process presented us with the biggest |
| Unemployment problem in postwar years…» |
| These streets are filthy from the sweat and tears |
| We wear our fingers to the bone in search of gold |
| We must protect the children 'cos they fear from the night, whatever’s not right |
| We bear witness- the Junkyard means business |
| Shadows in the dark, muggers on the stairs |
| Junkyard warfare some peoples worst nightmare |
| My sides breed alkies looking 10p |
| And cash converters were invented for junkies |
| My neighbors family are like lost sheep and livin here ain’t very cheap |
| Thieves from the council stole their money from the streets |
| I ain’t had runnin water for weeks |
| Kids in my flats hardly know how to speak |
| Before they’re bunnin down weed and getting STD’s |
| And then they have kids, before their time to live |
| Which is some hard shit, when kids bringin up kids |
| Times are hard in the junkyard, kids fuck around in the dirt |
| And see white as the only way to work |
| They hold the square cos there’s piss on the stairs |
| Little man licks the pipe and blows the smoke high in the air |
| He calls it welfare’s prayer, smoking on the shit to feel godly |
| Spittin with them cats upstairs |
| Cos its dirty down here, God, you get yr robes pealed of yr back |
| Crucified in a block of flats |
| Junkyard style, from the bricks to the shacks |
| And the pigs chase the cats while the cats feed their habits |
| Sometimes I get nostalgic and I hold my old corner |
| Where we used to rock that bad magic |
| I get toxic then reflect on the world |
| And Watch cars drive by putting swine before pearls |
| Guzzling on L just to keep my head straight |
| In the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate |
| You gotta fight to survive blood |
| Lash your take to make your food supply right blood |
| Hold your own cos the kids are all thugs |
| Livin on luck when you ain’t got nothing and its all about the buck |
| Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars |
| Police on patrol, and streetcorner stars |
| Cats getting prang, Yards getting blam |
| Shots getting licked so live how you can |
| Kids are eating icepoles, throwing stones at busses |
| Accosting grannies getting chased and now they’ve grown up |
| Screwing on the corner with a knife in his pocket |
| Jack you, stab you, kill you, your times up |
| My bloods dirty from the poison that the junkyard breathes |
| Everything we touch just dies of disease |
| But still I live here, shine an example to the youngers |
| To think about the way I’m gonna deal with my hunger |
| Broke for 3 days, late giro again |
| New Deal, low pay, big ball and chain |
| Tucked into my sock and I don’t wanna be bruk |
| I’ve got the symptoms of the junkyard fever a lot |
| And I’m burning temptation as I look to the stars |
| For a time when we can clean up the Junkyard |
| Yeah its hard in the streets for whoever you are |
| When you’rr livin in a place we call the Junkyard; |
| I watched a film called life, through a broken window on the stairs |
| It weren’t long before the boydem appeared, all flashlight shining in my face |
| Same shit all the time- Junkyard, where our lives don’t change |
| Little kids like orphans check me for a sponsor on the icepoles |
| Nine year olds plottin for a title like Ollie Twist |
| Snatch yr purse like a dodger disappear in the bricks |
| The Junkyards a playground, crimes a safe pound, drink’s a way out |
| The kids sit and blaze like there’s gonna be a drought |
| Ain’t no love here, not for self or surroundings |
| Just close encounters, and scoundrels of all kinds |
| The money-mad'll rob you blind without foresight |
| And speed off somewhere into the night |
| To get high off this world, create their own space |
| From the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate |
| You gotta fight to survive blood |
| Lash your take to make your food supply right blood |
| Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked |
| Livin on luck when you ain’t got nothing and its all about the buck |
| Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars |
| Police on patrol, and streetcorner stars |
| Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam |
| Shots getting licked so live how you can |
| «Britains economic problem isn’t a problem of the decade or even a |
| Generation; it arose far back in the 19th century, it’ll persist until the 21st» |
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