First bike I owned was stolen
Out the back yard, life was hard
The scarred set against the scarred
Living for the day
Tomorrow's the same anyway
Learnt how to survive
My life, dodging the knife
Nearly twenty-one and I still got the strife
Sometimes I make a brew and I see proof
Of lead in the pipes
And that's the least of it
The air's thick I'm sick of it
Living in London breathing shit all the time
If I wanted black lungs I would've gone down the mine
I shrug, it's fine
It's just living
And I can only live the life that I'm given
Gotten used to shivering
Boiler's bust again
And winter's on it's way
If I don't make the rent
I'll be sleeping in a doorway
In a box of cheese and onion
Even as I write this song
I sit back and try to think where it all went wrong
But I know deep down
I can't expect more from my world
Cos my working-class mother had a working-class girl.




Lividia.