From Brixton to Bounds Green
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Something's coming up
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a new generation
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that couldn't give a fuck
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always being lied to
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never given love
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never made an impact
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so their spilling blood
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Cause things ain't nice round here anymore
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The heart of the city
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is getting rotten to the core
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your life is respected
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about as much as the law
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keep your thoughts to yourself
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and your eyes to the floor
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[Chorus]
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The laying on of hands..
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all pain is soothed...
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Soon we'll understand...
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these words of truth.
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From Battersea to Hackney
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something's brewing up
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the old generation
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are getting out of touch
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their hands are on the wheel
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but our feet our on the clutch
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and our generations
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running out of trust
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Cause things ain't nice round here anymore
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every other corner another crack whore
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Can't see no further than the next score
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As a little girl you won't believe what she saw
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[Chorus x2]
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Sign Of The Times
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Mouthwash |