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It used to be nice 
In the North
When we were working class
Not just poor 

Neighbours would
Chat and laugh,
Exchange news and views
Over the garden fence

Children were safe
To play out all day  
Those living on the street
Would make sure it was that way

Not everyone had a phone
Or a car
Or had a foreign holiday 
But we didn’t mind  

Because what we had 
Where we lived 
Meant it was 
A nice place to be 

Friends and family 
Lived nearby
Always someone around
To help out 

Because that’s 
What community 
Is all about
That’s all gone now

Those who can  
Have moved out of town 
There’s no one you used to know around 
New neighbours keep their heads down 
That’s today’s picture of my home town 

The centre looks like 
It might have been 
A functioning place 
Once upon a time 

Empty shops 
Now blight the town 
Even Charity Shops
Close down 

Daytime drinking and drugs 
Funded by the beggars cup
Homelessness all around 
Nothing to live for 
In my home town 

Economic migrants 
From all over the world
Hang around my home town 
Waiting for their western dream  
To come about 

We have no idea why they have come 
There is no trace of affluence
To share in in my home town  
As for work 
There’s practically none  

Women are spat at in the street  
Right where they walk 
So in it they step, 
Complemented with a disgusted glare 
 
It offends those who have come  
That women are out on their own 
This never happens when they
Have a man on their arm 

White Prostitute is a common slur
Along with white girls are just 
Prostitutes you don’t have to pay 
How did things get this way?

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