Follow the dirty grey road,
to the place where you know,
Your council estate,
where 5 girls have been raped,
surrounded by police tape,
Puddles of needles on the floor,
From the third floor crack whore,
Junkies looking for a score.
Trash cans turned upside down,
filthy children picking chicken from the ground.
Your child tax credits pay for booze and fags,
Your children rock round in dirty stinking rags.