The Slums We Loved - Andy Bell

The slums we love the slums their songs

By all to whom they were not home

The streets we made the streets we roam

Can’t stand romance on cobbled stones

Where we sipped to our first taste of life

Kissed our first love good night

Where we were born and fought and died

Learned to look bullies in the eye

Where we faced our gossips

Screamed Ed Burundi stop it

Stepped over tossed with Mobs

Who looked divine but played the part

five of us out pockets

(Bitch)

While pimps pulled dons out of sockets

On the wastelands by the gas lords

Lust and testosterone drove bizarre

The facts remain no longer out of work

Who insist their kids are see and not heard

So come every family man who every payday

Heads for the street to release of getting laid

With a touched courage of a mild

Crossed over the street to the second home

About to stake the remnants of their burning and straight up

A bottle in the darkness

To whom once they’ve come, they say thanks love

Always thanks lust

And I filled my hand back with their cash

Paid for shagging what they think might gash

To escape that town and now looking back

We were the sinking ship that gave sucker to the rats

When the street lamps flicker in to lights

Nothing’s compared the shine on the sub flicked lights

Scooters rolled down to the coffee bar

At the end of the old high

Rival gangs would scope each other out

Waiting either to be held or call retreat

And we, we too couldn’t wait to leave

We were not part of any heard

We brilliant loners we shameless flats

Amidst the shits we shine in turds

To whom it was then chose to use

We’re all saints of verbal abuse

And looking back we both think

F**k you only F**k you

The slums we loved the slums we loved

The slums their songs

The slums we loved the slums we loved

The slums their songs