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Kids of today, we here them say, no respect, what do you expect
Always hanging around on the streets, doing nothing and nothing to do
Is it their fault in this decaying society or should the blame lie with you
Dirty, unkempt, drug using, smoking, car thieving, layabouts, so say you 

Mature you say, Old and wise but always telling the kids, pushing your own advise
Was it not you that petitioned to have the youth club demolished and razed
Was the noise from a hand full of teenagers so unbearable that you became enraged
Is it their fault that there is no employment and if there is, its on the minimum wage

Yes you live in your own world of self righteousness and predictability, what a pity
Wash the car on Sunday routinely, mow the lawn Saturday on a regular robotic rota, see
Call the kids animals, brain dead, layabouts, ashamed now, ashamed of yourself, you outa be
You have led a privileged life, all bridge clubs and playing golf, you lost reality

OK, so Tom may be a nuisance, he smokes, throws beer cans in your garden, leans on your car
I agree with you, Toms like that and if we are truthful, he probably will not go very far
Then I did hear that he landed a job, begins next week, not the best job washing glasses in a bar
But just to get a chance of work experience is something in these parts, well done Tom, hoorah

The point is, he is trying to make a difference in what he sees as a useless existence, its true
Where as you, Mr Success, from a different time and era well it was easier then, Manager was you
Indexed linked pension now but in your time it was all company car, fringe benefits and salaried too
You probably had a staff of ten, including a personal secretary to do most of your work for you

Not all the kids are the same, Jodie is sixteen, trained  hard to be an athlete since she was aged eight 
Damned hard work she has put in over the years, non smoker, non drinker, I think it is great
Jodie grew up on the same dirty, over populated, crime ridden, drug problematic, council estate
As Tom did but she chose to change her life by getting up early and doing something about it, mate 

You were one of the lucky one's born at the right post war time, no recession, how neat
An economy on the up, war damage to mend, plenty of opportunities and money to spend, oh great
Now you while away the day with your guaranteed pay, standing at the gate scolding at the street
You never had the misfortune to be a hungry kid in a broken home, with very little to eat 

Think yourself lucky you got a nice paid for home, with a big garden and central heating not cold
Like the tenement blocks, the people you resent have to live, so high in the sky, its scary, I’m told
For believe me they are bigger, better, higher people and one day, they may drop a bomb on the old
These streets still scare me and I grew up here, They are painted with blood not rolled gold

So get of your high horse and bless the lord for all the things he gave to you and yours
The unfortunate keep themselves to themselves unless you wanna change that course
If you cannot see how privileged life has been for you, go now, go inside and lock your doors
For one day, the kids may get really angry at their lot in life and unleash a destructive force
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