Skitz - The Junkyard lyrics

"...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 sh**, when kids bringin up kids Times are hard in the junkyard, kids f** 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 sh** 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, k** 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 sh** 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 f**ed 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"