The Streets - All Got Our Runnings
Again i step out my yard head swings round the clock to my land lord start chippin up the road cause i owe him three weeks doe the ships sinkin tellys on the blinkin and in the pubs one beer to last all evening later on chips for feeding when the quids are down try sneaking a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the ministery of sound scored my fit back in doors with the profit cause they do say that havin no money forces one to make the right chocies on life each day you cant pay you cant play succses holds a multidue of sins but i aint succsesfull and my piggy banks still in the bin been there since i was a kid going round in circles not being careful but safe i get paid on friday cant wait to live life my way
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cause on the streets im just a geezer gotta make ends meet yeah gotta do wot i need to shit we all got our runnings now
Brook pocket and back in the brasket seat again after spending sixty pounds last week on beers wiv friends bought it all on my self see granted now im drawing score for everyone to get my next spliff sorted hang round mums house to get smothered got no tins in the cupboard this week hold on to hold on to your seat cause its all gone a bit peak live for the moment said he wrong downing beers outta my tree now the moments passed the cash is a distant memory
you know things are bleak when ur telling the birds you asked out last week that things are busy when really u got no doe in the piggy two days after pay day and its clocked back in the black dog stuffing them socks into pool table pockets
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cause on the streets im just a geezer gotta make ends meet yeah gotta do wot i need to shit we all got our runnings now.
Im skint got no mother need to get some colour in my cheeks says mum thatll be my english innner city tan um skinny like a woman need to get some porno through the please sir can i have some more oi oi lend me a tenner so i can go to the chip shop a 24 garage then for a quick chop this time tune for the reershoringly op shop when the quids are down my shop hoddies my ball gown my sential accseroies my bag they frown cause life in the third class carraige can be evil
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All Goes Out The Window
All Got Our Runnings
Alleged Legends
Blinded By The Light
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Can't Con An Honest John
Could Well Be In
Don't Mug Yourself
Dry Your Eyes
Empty Cans
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| Title:All Got Our Runnings
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