On The Estate

People are stuck in a time warp

Frozen in their favourite era

There are goths and punks,

Mods, rockers and hippies

The betting shop's owned by a skinhead

A teddy boy runs the chippy

The shops cater for their every need

Two mini-marts sell cheap food,

Cigarettes and scratch cards

There's a cafe and three takeaways,

A gastropub and a Bargain Booze

To while away the days

The estate is full of single mums

Overweight with orange faces

They're always shouting at their kids.

The dads are no longer around

Most of the mums are white

Half the kids are brown

Unemployment is very high

But no-one's short of cash

There's a car on every drive

Life doesn't seem so hard

Every house has Sky TV

It's all on the credit card

Personal health is terrible

A lot of them struggle to walk

Some have a limp, some have a stick

Some have electric trikes

They speed along the pavement

They do what they bloody like

Medication is a way of life

It gets them through the day

There's also booze and fags

Illegal drugs and legal highs

People seem full of life

But they're dead behind the eyes