Jimmy Davis - Brumsdale Lyrics
Peeps are kotchin, filling inner cheeks with toxinsUnaware that the streets are watchingFleets of offspring hold heat, speak,Concocting deep plans while the beef is blossomingWith sleep offering their only respiteRound the clock hustling from dusk to sunlightEnsure the mechanics run right,Ensure that everybody’s in the web who’s supposed to be and that it’s spunTightThis is gangsville, where heavy hands spillClaret everyday and there’s more buried than landfillWorlds come crashing down brought to a standstillKid doing kids just to prove that they can killAnd it’s teenage pregnancy capitalWith flat after flat full of tetrahydrocannanibolIt’s like a jungle sometimes unimaginableRelentless pursuit to expand their collateralBrumsdale, city from which the scum hailThe young fail and another stretch is done in jailA million and one drug salesWatch em illuminate the sky while they’re blazing a gun trailBrum town, city in which the slum’s foundUse the accent as a stereotype to dumb downThe daily news makes for sad readingBut the positive heart of the manor’s still beatingThe former home of rover, former home of HPFormer home of community, comfort and of safetyWhere life moves too paceyAnd kids a third of your age are rude and fasty, it just amazes meRespect is abandoned, replaced with a handgunApparently you never understand emThe roots of this are *****ing deeper than the grand canyonBut they look at statistics at randomMusicians sitting in their flats composing new tunesWith people shooting up and sleeping in the bin chute roomsCitizens littering the landscape they’re living inWith no second thoughts never consideringThe legacy they’re leaving, the balance is terribly unevenThe penniless are left seethingMaterial jealousy is breeding,Society of menaces wannabe celebrities are leaving me grievingBrumsdale, city from which the scum hailThe young fail and another stretch is done in jailA million and one drug salesWatch em illuminate the sky while they’re blazing a gun trailBrum town, city in which the slum’s foundUse the accent as a stereotype to dumb downThe daily news makes for sad readingBut the positive heart of the manor’s still beatingLet’s broaden the focus and take it nationwideMany resided in a city and *****ing ain’t survivedWe’re just a very small link in the networkWouldn’t be necessary for a shrink or an expertTo tell us why it’s not confined to one placeJust tell Mrs Jones why she can’t see her sons faceAnd let her tell you that no matter if they serve at least lifeIt’ll never lift the pain from when they murdered RhysSo now it’s rife in society in cultureRecall the shock of what happened to James BulgerSo I guess if we’re living in the belly of the beastYou’d have to refer to us at the stomach ulcerHolly & Jessica, Letitia & CharleneAnthony Walker, Damilola making my heart bleedStephen Lawrence, Gary Newlove and Ben KinsellaLove is the only preventative measureUK, country in which the youts preyOn the weak and indefensible and then assume theyAre untouchable but soon the dramaWill come back around inevitably realise the karmaGreat Britain, place where they hate livingHumility left and now the nation is gain drivenBut the gains are all material and personalThis kind of thinking will leave us dead, buried and terminal
