The Crookes - Backstreet Lovers lyrics

Razor tea-cups and tip top craic Of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons Lawless law men walk the streets of Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I Ran off with your sister A young school maid, caught up in a world of Backstreet Lovers. Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend At least that's what she said. Rotting teeth of a grubby gran Fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts A skin-head dad came cap in hand With a duster and flash of switch blade fun Still on the dole, though the picket was broken A soiled age ago. But he's caught up, caught up in a world of Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend At least that's what she said Tangled in the roots and tangled in the weeds Of a concrete jungle came that girl from Leeds In torn dress and tights, She ain't no slag. I won her over with a '40 bag. I waved her away to a friend At least that's what she said Razor tea-cups and tip top craic Of the crooked, Backstreet Lovers and sons Lawless law men walk the streets of Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day I Ran off with your sister A young school maid, caught up in a world of Backstreet Lovers. Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend At least that's what she said. Rotting teeth of a grubby gran Fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts A skin-head dad came cap in hand With a duster and flash of switch blade fun Still on the dole, though the picket was broken A soiled age ago. But he's caught up, caught up in a world of Lovers and sons.