Ratchet - Spare Thoughts lyrics
Long gone are the days of no worries Kids need money so they start bagging up in a hurry And a hundred's sweeter than honey When you're cold and tired with the emptiest tummy Government says that computer games Keep changing the way we kids think today Not one of them didn't stop, think, and say About inflation and all of the tax we pay You get robbed at work and robbed on the street So it's back to the street Getting rid of that weight I'd love to run a big black van over the taxman And reverse, turn his pockets out It's no good being broke on the street Being chased by police Sent mental by smoking the weed Big Brother's got both eyes on me; How the f** am I supposed to proceed? I'm paranoid, looking over my shoulder Because I think everybody's looking over my shoulder I'm a sadist, I'm black and white like the Lone Ranger I'm a deranged loner, everyone's a stranger These times got me not trusting anyone You could get tucked up by anyone And it could be anybody, anyone With a knife, with a gun I'm eighteen now, pray to god I see twenty-one Backstabbers, slags and bag-snatchers Crack matters in flats tattered Shotters pa** crack through the front window That's been shattered It gets chopped like salad Then shots get scattered I'm from the land of exploding backpackers Crack who*es and slappers Hard workers, slackers Stabbers and metal packers that are callous After this I feel like nothing matters You can't even fart and get away with it Let alone co*king the gun and then spray with it What can I say? It's your life and you'll pay with it 'Cos there's CCTV moving in And it saw you proceed to start shooting him Now welcome to jail, son, you're moving in You're needing to rethink the shoes you're in Before you end up in a place that's truly grim And the bus ain't two pound for any reason They want you to get an Oyster 'cos it's cheaper They cut the prices in half So they can get your name and picture on a card They know where you are now Any time of day If it's two hundred pennies I'd rather pay Five buses for ten pound? That's a liberty But I won't let pricks invade my privacy