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
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