Little Dad Verse 1: Back in Strawberry Hill, aged six in a picture perfect family Everybody smilin’ in the photos on the mantelpiece, The birds make merrily music up in our family tree No ruffled feathers, weather is beautiful, just my dad and me Teaching me to ride my bicycle, grippin’ the saddle Anxious to tackle the pedals, twistin’ the handles I quickly hit naught - to sixty ‘Rossi rips torque’, My father’s shoutin’ “brakes!!” I crash into a brick wall, I wake up, what what was that? Alarm clock struck like a smash, “on and on that soddin car! what we gonna do for cash!?” Dash to the lounge, mum and dad clash the sound Like a thousand crash symbols smashed to the ground Louder, scrap defensive like an episode of a drama Though this ain’t eastenders, it’s real, mother and father, Arguing, listen you did this, don’t blame me, Don’t touch me, just kiss me, I love you, you hate me, You’re self-centered, crazy, emotionally mixed up, Mum why are you crying? Shit you woke the kids up! Your voices were noisy, I found both these rings With that glass on the floor, why you packing your things Dad? He knelt down and told me, it’s ok go back to bed, I’ll never forget that, he stood to leave I grabbed his leg, Begging him, pleadin’ don’t go, father please! The door slammed, I fell to my knees, and watched my father leave. Chorus: I know it‘s hard, now your father’s gone, But you got to be strong now, walk into the sun, Y’ can’t change the past, no, don’t turn and run, Got to, stand up little soldier and walk into the sun. Verse 2: I’m sat scribbin’ in class, snapped’ my pencil in half, I’ve moved to this new school, it’s cool, but feel my old world just fell apart, He’s pressin’ hard with the chalk, I’m tacklin’ mathematics, I’m trying to add up why my father packed his bags and vanished- Smash my calculator, maybe they just grew apart? Maybe I should’ve got better grades? I should’ve asked. Maybe the well of love dried out of the stuff? God’s forsaken I hate you for not fillin’ it up! A rupture of laughs, shakes the room, I ran out of class, Down the corridor, bash alarms and shatter the glass, A stampede of kids panic’ I’m scatterin’ fast rattle the school gates, mother’s waitin sat in the car, Put on a brave face but blatantly I‘m missin my dad, Afraid to ripple any waters, til I’m home then I splash, Slam my door, kickin punch the walls, hittin till plaster cracks Alone in this cold home, jus’ wish I had my father back Build to Chorus: Stand strong and walk into the sun . . . Chorus: I know it‘s hard, now your father’s gone, But you got to be strong now, walk into the sun, Y’ can’t change the past, no, don’t turn and run, Got to, stand up little soldier and walk into the sun. Verse 3: The phone rings, its dad, just about to hang it up, Wait a second John lets have a minute just chat n’ stuff, Chat n’ stuff? What, bout how you turned your back on us Look It’s not that simple son, lets jus talk and grab some lunch. We sat together, but our words were a world apart, He’s lookin’ rough, hasn’t shaved and he needs a bath, He seems emotional, your mum and me just couldn‘t last, I ran to hell and back to find the tools to fix her heart. I watched a tear drop falling from my fathers eyes, My whole world spun around when my father cried, Been wrapped up in how I feel, payed him little mind, Dad can’t always be the shield for me to hide behind We said goodbye, son you don’t deserve this, Dad you’ve still made me who I am, nobody’s perfect, Picked my helmet up, sword, shield and armour, And stood up like a soldier, to be my own father. Chorus: I know it‘s hard, now your father’s gone, But you got to be strong now, walk into the sun, Y’ can’t change the past, no, don’t turn and run, Got to, stand up little soldier and walk into the sun.

Your Shoes Chorus: Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues, There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool, So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you, Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes, Verse 1: I’m sinkin’ ink in a pad, scribblin’ facts from an encyclopaedia, Blend in with the cleverest kids like a chameleon, Copy down their answers while they’re listenin’ to the teacher, Dreamin’ of askin’ this fit girl out when I leave here, Then (paper bullet) a paper bullet whistles passed my eardrum, Fired by the same guys that you wanna stay clear from, Cool dudes, who wear nike air for there school shoes ‘n rob ya food like “ oi goofy, gimme that fruit shoot! Ya loser,” whippin’ my seat out from underneath me, pea-nut my tie so tight, I struggle to breathe for three weeks, (bell ring) the bell screams, my self-esteem diminishes, I timidly pass a note to that girl when the class finishes, I’m tripped, (shelves collapse) shelves collapse, up to my neck in folders, watchin one of the guys put his arm around that girls shoulders, I shrug ‘em off, “ just another day at school” Such a fool, I’m a loser man, I wish I was cool but . . . Chorus: Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues, There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool, So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you, Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes, Verse 2: I’ve been up all night revisin’ to study all the rules to be a cool kid, Struttin’ into school, like the kids who took my stool did They bop across menacin’, adrenaline kicks’ in, “Safe nikes”, (yes!) my head didn’t get kicked in! They spit, I spit but it dribbles down my chin, Awkard pause, they giggle as we skip behind the bins, “cigarette blood?” erm, no it’s harsh on your heart- Then that fit girl struts passed, “jokes man, got a spark?” I ease in the ciggy, breathe attitude, “alright” Try blow a ring of smoke ‘n’ feel my lungs catch alight, I choke, and clock a teacher boppin’ over proper quick fail to stub my cigarette and burst in to coughin fit, Rest of ‘em jus’ bolted it, now I gotta shovel this, “Honest sir, he said I’ve gotta smoke I’ve the doctors slip” “’nuff of this, you got detention after school kid” I’m in a lot trouble, but whatever I’m a cool kid Chorus: Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues, There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool, So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you, Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes, Bridge: (Teacher and Sketchy Skit) Verse 3: I’m flickin paper darts and usin’ a geeks arse for a target, I’m double-dared to pea-nut this kids tie for a laugh The fit girl’s glance’, take the risk put his tie my grip, He’s crying “please I admit it, I’m a wimp, quit it!” Shit, It’s the kid who helped me rock up all my passes, He asks “how come you never sit and copy all my answers?” A crowds gathers, see my reflection in his glasses I’ve manifest into that kid who pestered me classes, Screw it, I’m just a pussy if I don’t do it, I yank his tie, pull it tight “look that guy’s spewin!” Eye up the fit girl, ‘it’s time to be my girlfriend,’ She Yells, “why the hell d’you think pickin’ on my boyfriend!?” I’m gobsmacked, I mean literally slapped she wacks me, A mass of kids mock and attack me, lookin’ back I see My mates joinin’in with the pack, teacher’s pissed ‘n’ all, I’m up against the wall, thinkin’ shit this isn’t cool. Outro: (Teacher and Sketchy Skit) Chorus: Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues, There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool, So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you, Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes,

Bottlin’ it Skit Verse 1: We’re flickin’ mud from our studs, boast n’ raucously joke, Like hyenas wearin’ shinnies ‘mate I’m scorin’ the most,’ Racin’ over like whippets, first to line outside the crooked gym, Like a bull, kickin’ dust to kit n’ hit the football pitch when (urgh) suddenly I’m shoved by this kid, Ross, Struttin’ with his chin up, pushin’, thinkin’ he’s boss, Shocked, tell him ‘oi, get the back of the queue’ He turns ape, shut up prick, what the f#*k you gonna do?’ Every syllables a bullet like a gun’s in his throat, Staring down the barrel, powerless, I’m stunned and I choke As testosterone smoke burns deep in his mean eyes I back down; ‘cause ‘mother raised me to just be nice, I see fright-enin’ images; me fightin’ him as he Finishes wipin’ blood off his white shirt and grimaces, Shake from that dizziness as everybody’s whisperin’, I’m grittin’ my teeth like a dog at Ross’s sniggerin’ Skip to the changin’ room, whip my kit down on the bench, Eyes are shiftin’ left to right, the atmosphere feels pretty tense, “Why you on the football team!?” Ross is grinnin’ to his friends, jus’ pretend I didn’t hear, he wraps my tie around my neck, So tight I can’t breathe, “get off me, don’t please!” He’s squeezin’ up a fist, “ you tell the teacher, get a nose bleed,” (door slam) They leave, sat alone I struggle breathin’, ‘I’m gettin sick of bully, wish I had the guts to beat him.’ Chorus: Man I’m sick of this, getting pushed around by bigger kids, If I had the might, still wouldn‘t hit a thing, But every pool their lies a shark who bites the little fish, And I can’t bottle it forever . . . Why should I bottle this forever . . . I won’t bottle it forever . . . Yeah, I gotta stand up for myself! Verse 2: Stagger out of the gym, my mate slaps me on the back “you played the worst game, That Ross tackled you hard, your shirts torn mate, What’s up bro?” “dunno man, jus’ froze up like a snow man,’ But inside my bloods boilin’, so I pelt this coke can So hard it hits Ross on the back of his leg, He’s so cross that steam pops from a crack in his head Crappin it’, I’m lookin’ straight behind like someone else is guilty, He’s stompin’ over like a colonel (gulp) “’think he’s gonna kill me!” “Was just an accident,” grabs the back of my neck, A crowd gathers around to watch what actions comin’ next, He says, “my boots are dirty so why don’t ya’ kiss them clean,” His friend giggles, “naah, Ross, don’t do that man, it’s mean,” He shrugs him off, “lick ‘em, or I swear you’ll get a beatin.” All gapin’ I shake as I get’ down on my knees and . . . The crowd laughs, I feel humiliated, They start to march but, I say “jus’ wait a minute!” Mate skips in front of me, “run away, think about it,” Brush’ him off, stand’ my ground, shoutin’ brings the crowd in, Feelin’ so surrounded, towerin’ all around us, Me my shadow stand alone, no-one makes a sound as, He’s boppin’ up to me, everybody stops, He breathes like a beast through his nostrils, says . . . “what?” “what’s the point yeah? Tryin’ to make me look a fool? I’m scared of comin’ to school, don’t bottle it “what’s your point yeah? keep thievin’ my stuff, Why you beatin’ me up? don’t bottle it “what’s the point yeah? sick of lookin’ behind me, to check you’ll find me, don’t bottle it “what’s your point yeah? sick of feelin’ inferior, Nobodys superior, don’t bottle it “what’s the point yeah? when a whole crowd jus’ does nothing, the good guys won’t stop it don’t bottle it “what’s your point yeah? n’ what the f@#k you gonna do? I’ll still stand my ground n’ say get the back of the queue. (Crowd roar, cheer, whistle, ‘oooh’) Chorus: Man I’m sick of this, getting pushed around by bigger kids, If I had the might, still wouldn‘t hit a thing, But every pool their lies a shark who bites the little fish, And I can’t bottle it forever . . . Why should I bottle this forever . . . I won’t bottle it forever . . . Yeah, I gotta stand up for myself! Skit

Watch Where You're Steppin' Verse 1: They say a, friend with weed means a friend in deed, So once a blue moon we lean on the grass to blaze green, Me and Dean, two stand-ups sat down by the tree, Chattin’ our roots; the stupid things we did in the street, giggle a treat, reminisce to when we were three, n’ picture us a dozen from now jus’ livin’ our dreams, bop to the stream, the water mirrors back us two teens Flickin’ a splee, thinkin’ ‘what’s just round the corner for me?’ This rock crashes through the water splash my adidas, It’s Dan, the gang, cacklin’, Dean calls ‘em the Alley Rats, They happy slap my back, drop my baggy and my pack of fags, But Dan is grabbin ‘em ‘let’s smoke up at my shabby flat!’ Snatch ‘em back, Dean’s got maths n’ adds “don’t fancy that, Jus’ wastin’ cash’ on munchin take away’s and gettin’ prang,” ‘forget him man,’ Dan says ‘I’ll treat ya to a lamb kebab,’ I should head back Dean but screw it man I’m gettin’ mashed. Hit the flat, rip a rizla, nick a bit of fag Pick the sticky leaf off from the bud n’ stick it back, Pinch the bag, flick the flint and bun a little drag Feel it singe a lung but f@#K it take a bigger drag, Fill the flat, up with smoke s#*t now I’m coughin’ hard, Gobble sugar wrap my teeth around ten chocolate bars, My noggin’s spinnin’ thinkin’ what’s Dan gigglin’ at me for?-I crash sinkin’, as the flat’s fillin’ with paranoia. Chorus: Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya walk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ who ya listen to and talk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya mates are, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who’s got your back when you face harm? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Verse 2: I try to, open my eyelids but the natural light is blindin’, Clock the time, should’ve been in class at nine revisin, Not surprised’, smellin’ the spice an old ashtray, Or ringing’ up teachers skivin’ “sick night miss, got a mashed brain” Kebab stains, n’ hot rock spots cover my clean jeans, Plus a dozen missed calls from Dean, havn’t seen him three weeks, Or three months? Man, can’t think facts up for the life of me? Who swiped that bag of skunk that was right here by the side of me? Ya’ eyeing’ me? I’m eyeing’ you, nah, you gotta be blind mate, Saw you wroughtin’ it all night, ‘shocked that you’re still alive mate, Ya lyin’ mate, ‘see the devil behind you smile mate God’s sake Dan where is it!? ‘need to pay my dealer by Friday, You’re mind sane? Ya drivin’ the wrong side of the right brain, left ya’ bed by the moonlight n’ slept-blazed it in the night mate, I don’t like pain Dan but I’ll take pleasure causin’ a migrane, Gimme the weed, ain’t got it doc, f@*k you then, well fine mate Chorus: Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya walk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ who ya listen to and talk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya mates are, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who’s got your back when you face harm? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Verse 3: I kick the front door in as I leave the flat, (kick) in disbelief they would steal the weed n’ jus’ thieve the bag, I need a miracle, or better still I need a fag, God please send me the strength to beat my dealer when he’s mad I need a plan, so I ring dean, ‘I need a hand, I need a hundred and fifteen to pay my dealer back’ What? you need a bank, not gonna lend that easy man, Since smokin’ weed with Dan, you never bothered to meet me man I call my dealer, well, force myself to bosh the keys, ‘cause how the f@#k do I explain to Steve I’ve lost his weed? Err, “was fast asleep, n’ I woke jus’ wasn’t there,” ‘oh.’ ‘suppose the ganja fairy came n’ took it yeah? Yeah, well, no, erm, “thing is Steve I need a week,” ‘Nah, you got three seconds to explain a way meet this fee,’ “No friend’ll lend me steve, I even asked Lloyd TSB,” ‘One, two, ‘better drag your arse, the park by three,’ Chorus: Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya walk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ who ya listen to and talk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya mates are, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who’s got your back when you face harm? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Bridge: If I could go back, To the park that day I would take a breath & just walk the other way, Wish I could go back, To the park that day, I would turn around & just walk the other way. Verse 4: My Fingers wanna roll a smoke I can’t sit still, Still pretty shocked little old me owes such an epic bill, I take it real steady trekkin’ to the field, ‘cause what’s the point in leggin’ it? I’m gettin killed. A sudden chill shudders down my spine, clock behind, A dark shadow towers’ over me n’ blocks’ the light “Steve’ hi,” ‘where’s the money,’ “shit he’s got a knife!,” Shoves’ me back ‘against the fence, I won’t say it twice! I’m beggin “please steve” then Dean rocks up on his bike, Like he’s toured de france droppin’ Steve a wad of fives, ‘You’re one lucky swine, havin’ mates to watch ya spine, He struts away, I gaze down n’ drop a proper sigh, “where’d you get the cash?” ‘stashed it for a darker day,’ “Mate I’m sorry, wish I’d never left the park that day,” ‘Doesn’t matter mate, jus’ av toke on that ol’ friend,’ “You must be jokin’ bruv, I’m never touchin’ that again.” Chorus: Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya walk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ who ya listen to and talk with, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause Watch Where Ya Steppin’ be careful who ya mates are, Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who’s got your back when you face harm? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ Who you hangin’ out with today? Watch Where Ya Steppin’ don’t b lead astray 'cause

Lyrics Stretched out in my dull room watchin’ the clock Starin’ like a mug in to the bottom of a cup, times draggin’ when you’re hopin’ that a buzz, Hits like a ton of bricks droppin’ from above, (doorbell) now my friend wants to meet up, “there’s a disco on tonight wanna come?” ‘Errr . . .’ know I don’t go out much, Like sittin’ in my room, not the type to hit a club, So I blag it- ‘err, but there’s homework to be done,’ He bursts out gigglin’ “ ya’ sound jus’ like my mum, Come on let’s ‘av a little fun, I know that you’re procrastinatin’, sittin’ on ya’ bum.” ‘True,” jumpin’ up, open the cupboard, Grab my lucky shirt; wipe the dust off on the collar, I splat a tonne of gel onto my crop, Ya’ got a lot to think of but ya only livin’ once. Chorus: Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Struttin’ to the venue mate’s dishin’ out glasses, “girls can’t see you checkin’ out their arses,” Feelin’ sheepish, I leave mine off, But the women check ‘em out, ‘cause they seem like fun, (yurrgh) I’m stoppin’ in my tracks dead, My eyes clock this girl boppin’ in a black dress, (hmmm) “man she’ll know never get to know ya if ya bottle’ it,”’ but aven’t got the balls to approach her.’ (ahhh) Bass hits like it’s dynamite (boom!) But I watch crowd move from the side of the room, Mind’s spinnin’ like the glitter ball moves, Every little mirror’s like another job I’ve gotta do, “Forget that! Mate pulls me by the arm, To the middle of the dance circle for a laugh, Wiggle it like ya’ Dad or ya’ Aunt, (who cares?) Let it go, everybody looks daft Chorus: Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit, Clap twice, and dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, ‘til you get red and sweaty like an arsenal kit. Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go Now we’re throwin’ up our hands like their’s cash in the air, Got my eyes on that fit girl with the black dress (Yeah) Face white like a ghost, ‘feel scared,’ “but forget that mate, she’s playin’ with her hair.” (hmmm) So I start to leap, Struttin’ over like I’m James brown, part the clique, (hey) crack a smile, heart starts to beat, n’ take a deep breath, errr . . . will you dance with me? (no) Feel Mohammed Ali threw his knuckle in my gut I slump down n’ stare into the bottom of a cup, Chuck my shades in the rubbish, had enough, Then I’m hearin’ high-heals tap’ outside the club, (“wait!”) See moonlight catch her black sequins, She says “sorry back there, I felt sheepish” We dance sweet real low to the beat, It’s Funny, I didn’t wanna come, now don’t wanna leave here. Chorus: Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor, We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore, Don’t wait for the good times to come, Make the good times roll, come on have fun, Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, ‘til you get red and sweaty like an arsenal kit Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit, Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go

Play your cards right Verse 1: Her sweet spirit sensitises my world and swirls my mind in hypnosis, First time I opened up to this girl, bought her some roses, It’s break time, school stands still like there’s nothing but you Shakin’ as I take in a deep breath, “I love you.” You pause caught in thought, “did I say something bad?” White clouds fade to black, you say “I don’t love you back.” Left breathless, our tears pour like rain from the sky, “please wait”, but you walk away then out of my life. Sun hides behind a dark cloud, my heart shivers freezin’, Cut my fingers on the sharp chards, pickin’ up the pieces Of my broken heart, and it’s only you who can fix the bleedin’, Alone I walk these corridors of hundred kids n’ teachers, I step into class late, lean back on the seat beneath me, Peepin down at my desk I see our names inked in graffiti, ‘Mate says ‘’eard you got dumped?’ my head’s in my hands, “Tellin’ ya’ man, “‘never doin’ love again if I can.” (‘yeah whatever) that story is over now, So, leave that book home, on the shelf, I never should’ve played my cards, I’ll never spark the flame again. Chorus: Play your cards right, I laid mine straight down all at once, If I play again I’ll put ‘em faced down one by one I left my hand open, next time I’ll keep them close, I‘ll play my cards, take my time, keep it cool, take it slow, Play your cards right Verse 2: After school text’ my ex, no reply, spy my mates chattin some birds up, One cat’s caught my tongue, this dog’s eyeing her world up, This girl beautiful; I clown around a little magic, Pull the Jack of hearts from her bag, ‘show off’, she tries grab it, Keep her at arms lengths laughin’, everybody’s clappin’, She clubs me in my arm says “gotta go my dad’ll panic,” Wait I’ll walk you home, she says “you know, you’re proper funny,” Whip the joker from my pocket, laugh, and hop the road like bunnies, Back to her place, we’re playin’ cards up on her bed, She asks ‘you gotta girlfriend?’ nah, we broke up back in feb, Suddenly get up, “think I better go,” she asks me if I feel alright, “yeah, it doesn’t matter,” grab a cushion, have a pillow fight, We stop I drop on top of her, look proper deep into her eyes, See my ex’s face, those broken pieces cut inside, Outside though I’m fightin’ it, despite my hits we snog and kiss, Said I’d never fall in love, but screw it man she’s proper fit. she’s so beautiful, So why wait for, my ex on my mobile phone, I never should’ve played my cards, I’ll never spark the flame again, Chorus: Play your cards right, I laid mine straight down all at once, If I play again I’ll put ‘em faced down one by one I left my hand open, next time I’ll keep them close, I‘ll play my cards, take my time, keep it cool, take it slow, Play your cards right Verse 3: Checkin’ out my ex’s facebook in class, my new bird’s sent me a text, ‘six months ago we kissed’, break we meet up on the bench, Says, “I wanna tell you something, but it’s really tough to-“ I think she’s gonna dump me but “-tell you that I love you,” (what?) My heart skips a beat, and reminds me how it broke so bad, I want to open up to her but panic, “I don’t love you back,” She bursts into tears like I did when I broke my heart, ‘I’m Sorry’ “look just go”, watch her pickin’ up her broken chards. Alone I’m roamin’ back’ to class slope deep into my desk again, Ben’s pokin’ me in my chest, ‘eard somethin’ bout ya’ ex my friend, The one who proper broke your heart,’ not now ben, I’m pleadin’ you” ‘But mate, everybody knows she kissed pete, she cheated you’ What? yeah it’s true man, so why’d you keep your love for her, Tell your girl you love her cause you’re ex is just a piece of dirt, I drop my head into my hands, think I just done something bad , I split up with the fittest girl, told her I don’t love her back.’ (oh) I should’ve said I liked her, see her halo shine one her, man I wish I played my cards, I’ll never spark the flame again, Chorus: Play your cards right, I laid mine straight down all at once, If I play again I’ll put ‘em faced down one by one I left my hand open, next time I’ll keep them close, I‘ll play my cards, take my time, keep it cool, take it slow, Play your cards right, I laid mine straight down all at once, If I play again I’ll put ‘em faced down one by one I left my hand open, next time I’ll keep them close, I‘ll play my cards, take my time, keep it cool, take it slow, Play your cards right, I laid mine straight down all at once, If I play again I’ll put ‘em faced down one by one I left my hand open, next time I’ll keep them close, I‘ll play my cards, take my time, keep it cool, take it slow, Play your cards right Skit

Girls, Girls, Girls Verse 1: My brain’s spinnin’ in class, the nib that I scribble with’s kickin’ up sparks, Grip it real hard, my bic pen splits, ink flicks up my arm, ‘cause I’m focussed, yeah knuckle down hard, Train’s on the track, chuggin’ on faster, my Head’s in a book, feet on the carpet, As next weeks tests keep tuggin’ at my arm but, I’m focussed, yeah more than a sniper, But each corneas blurs like its night cause a Fit bird with her feathers real nice Skips into the class with her short skirt tight, Now it’s hopeless, yeah my thoughts ain’t nimble, Cause all the birds and bees wanna mingle, N’ all logical falls out the window, I try to ignore it but all I can think of is They look like sugar, they ain’t all sweet, Eat too many of ‘em they’ll rot all your teeth, So keep ya brain up here not just in your jeans, But she’s got me by the -, cause all I think is . . . Chorus: Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’m just tryin’ work but they’re so enticing, I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Verse 2: Head’s buried in a text book, but eyes attract like magnets to her legs should, Proper cool the obsession, but my minds ablaze by the flames of affection she, Drops her pencil, she bends to fetch it, my brain’s gone mental but Jus’ like the devil, body of a leopard, the face of an angel n she’s, Hot for attention, sketch a note n’ pass under desk to her, But teacher gets it, ya’ messed’ about you’ve not read the question in, Fact I guessed it, better see me straight after the lesson bout, Your progression’, ya’ won’t pass tests if you’re mind is chasing these They look like sugar, they ain’t all sweet, Eat too many of ‘em they’ll rot all your teeth, Keep ya brain up here not just in your jeans, But she’s got me by the -, cause all I think is . . . Chorus: Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’m just tryin’ work but they’re so enticing, I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Bridge: I know it’s hard sometimes but. . . Don’t always think with your . . . Been in and out with girls so many times . . . Yeah they come they and go . . . I know it’s hard sometimes but. . . Don’t always think with your . . . Try not to lose your sense or your mind for. . . Yeah they come they and go . . . Verse 3: Day dreams never hurt, it’s nightmare though, should dealin’ with work but I’m lost in a world, of checkin online to see pictures of her in a, Short teasin skirt, I call & text her all night I’m a flirt til I, Hear tweetin’ birds, in the mornin’ shit! I got tests, gotta burn! Now I’m crappin’ it, in the test hall rattlin’ Brain freeze n’ my teeth start chatterin’ Mind’s battlin’ between these females & Hearin’ my father repeatin’ “I’ll strangle him,” (mobile) bleep bleep, that’s Jacqueline, Text sorry you’re sweet but I’m scrappin’ it, Sweet jeez’ don’t believe what is happening, I’ve given up my exams, all of these ravagin’ . . . They look like sugar, they ain’t all sweet, Eat too many of ‘em they’ll rot all your teeth, Keep ya brain up here not just in your jeans, But she’s got me by the-, cause all I think is . . . Chorus: Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’m just tryin’ work but they’re so enticing, I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’m just tryin’ work but they’re so enticing, I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these Girls girls girls, get distracted by ‘em I’ve got no control and I’m fantasising, God will you help please, my mind’s caught up on these

He’s A Tramp Chorus: He’s a tramp And I like the old you, you think that your the man but you've a heart of stone what have you turned into? Verse 1: I can’t, scratch a penny yeah I’m properly skint But I, slap hands like an opulent kid Wish I, drove a jag but I can’t get a bus Though I’d stand up for anyone who gimme they’re trust. I don’t, have the money, I can’t buy you the world, But I’ll, squeeze ya hand mush n’ protect’ you girl, Know I’m, by ya side here if ever need me, Some things money can’t buy ya’ girl believe me As I, kiss her bye, spot that Jag on a poster, And I jus’ dream of havin’ it, I stagger back home And as I, greet my folks yeah they’re suddenly stoppin’ me, Son, we’ve won the national lottery. What? they shake the ticket in front of me, I shake my noggin’, I’m not clockin’ ya properly. Got all six of the buggers son honestly, So pop that champagne we’ve won the national lottery! (celebration sounds/cheers) Money’s droppin’ on top of me, I shop till each carrier bag snap or pops at the seams, Ha, and no my wallet ain’t stoppin’ me Snatch the hottest clobber, lacoste collars & tommy jeans. Ha, I turn my nose up to snobbery But shopping’s so affordable, this feels like its robbery Rock solid gold watches it’s gotta be the, Dog’s bollocks, college lot’ll just honour me. Chorus: He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold but hey, what have you turned in to? You're the man, but your heart's full of stone, You've changed, and i think i like the old you Verse 2: They’re like, a flock flies to a fluorescent light, Yeah I’m hot off the press got the goss’ over night, It’s like, all the guys wanna bop in my nikes, n’ all the girls lick their lips wanna ‘gobble the pie,’ It’s like, it dip dog fittest ones in a line, And then woops think my girlfriend jus’ slipped from my mind, It’s like, it did slip that I’d stick by your side, But then look, I can pick whichever girl that I like, She cries, to all the lads I used to love slappin hands With, “he’s got big headed since he won all the grands,” Thinks he’s god’s gift to girls, he’s the devil with cash, Swappin’ dosh for fake angels jus’ willin’ to flash, Flash, flash, camera flash, grab my wag and I dash, Slap her backside, wack a gucci bag in her hands, Old friends hate me, so, got new pals in a can, I’m like the, dogs knacks’, me, my wag and my jag. Chorus: He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold but hey, what have you turned in to? You're the man, but your heart's full of stone, You've changed, and i think i like the old you Skit Verse 3: Kids roar, bottles clink, knock knock at the door, Flip the locks, bust the hinges, I’m forced to the floor, “Sick party, I nicked these, beck’s from the draw, Well put ‘em back, man I live here, what ya’ telling me for? Oooh nooooo, then my folks show up, “Shit’s hit the fan son & you’ll be soapin’ this up,” It’s like, ooooh noooo, jus’ throw dough at the muck, “know this sucks but we’re broke son we’ve blown all the funds” What!? The girls in my Jacuzzi bop, Drunk the champagne bottles, took the Gucci stuff, The lights fade, no money, shades, shoes or watch, Yeah you know your true mates when the music stops, (Record scratch, music stops) I try sweep the wreck, Pick up my pieces of ego then see my ex, She says “you’ve been a jerk but lets clean the mess,” I’m like a lost dog, tail between my legs. Chorus: He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold but hey, what have you turned in to? You're the man, but your heart's full of stone, You've changed, and i think i like the old you He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold but hey, what have you turned in to? You're the man, but your heart's full of stone, You've changed, and i think i like the old you

The Way Home Verse 1: I flip up a piece of paper off the pavement to the base of my neck, Blaze it aimed off of my aisic trainer straight to the fence Raise my head, feign a face as if to say they’re impressed, See ya later mate, embrace ‘em like I’m blatantly fresh Make like I’m blessed, out the gates away from the desks Ain’t ashamed to say I hated all them papers n’ tests but laters I guess, flip my hood my blazers a mess, n’ traipse it brazen through the rainy city’s mayhem n’ stress. ‘Pace to the bench, spark a fag, lost in a fog, But proper bop it like a cop strong, solid as rock, Hop to the stop, block the crowds, pop in my pod, N’ hear the town drop it’s sound like it’s top of pops, Squat at the stop, cotchin’ like I’m runnin’ the shop, Watch’ my stubbed ciggy smolder in’ a McDonald’s box Hop on the top; of the bus, at the back & jus’ nod, Like I’m the, toppest dog but I’m lost in the flock. Chorus: Yeah its so loud, then I’m back to the silence, And it feels so cold But I know now, I’m just a lost dog yeah Trying to find his way home Verse 2: Lie my head against the side of the bus & I scrutinize n’ I’m Blinded by the bright white lights of these advertisements, Lined up like they’re pilots flyin’ their nice devices, Pay the price for this item you’ll get enlightened better than Christ is, My mind thinks twice, so write a reminder to remind me, Buy them nikes tomorrow night n’ by Friday people will like me, My eyes see, a pie in sky tryin’ survive but these White clouds are like dark knights fightin’ to hide the sunshine out Then I see beamers on the driveways, In a deep street suburbia with personalized licence plates Arrivin’ late, home to where the nine to five hikers stay, High dismay, from climbin a mile high pile of assignment aims. So I stride by to my hiding place, Up high where I lye low askin’ the sky why life’s this way? Why this game, to pride above the miles of mice I try to race ‘smile away, but deep inside the light that shines s’about to fade. Chorus: Yeah it so loud, then I’m back to the silence, And it feels so cold But I know now, I’m just a lost dog yeah Trying to find his way home Verse 3: I skip it home n’ kick my slippers off n’ look in the mirror Which glimmers back an idiot who’s think he’s a winner, The slickest thing since jim dean hit the flicks n’ the liquor, Man I’m sick of this, this fickle image, twisted n’ bitter I drop down on my knees n lift my head up above If there is a god I’m praying now I’m livin’ a muck, ‘not flinging out my towel nah, I’m rippin’ it up. I’ve tried every way to win this game I’m giving it up. Something beyond the physical shoots straight through my heart And a transcendental ecstasy erupts in my blood It’s blessin’ me with innocence and giving me love Like my spirits lit with the filament of a million doves Been lifted from the picture since I’ve mimicked the flock I’ve slipped up hit the river rapids clinging to rocks, But swimming clear I’m not astray just missed n’ forgot The souls blissful, dear n’ infinite relation to God. Chorus: Yeah it so loud, then I’m back to the silence, And it feels so cold But I know now, I’m just a lost dog yeah Trying to find his way home Yeah it so loud, then I’m back to the silence, And it feels so cold But I know now, I’m just a lost dog yeah Trying to find his way home

End Of My Daze It’s the end of my daze, begin in unfamiliar ways, Kickin’ past the fix where mum and dad and me stayed I picture images of family break But thinkin’ back it’s clickin’ why that vision erased I take a trip back to my scribblin’ days, Reminiscing’ sittin’ down n’ flippin’ a page, Duckin’ paper bullets flickin’ my way, Mimickin’ the bigger kids n’ thinkin’ their great, But hey! I trip down memory lane, Grass was pretty green when me and Natalie played, ‘blame the cards, someone the fiddled the game, Should’ve played my cards right now I’m feelin’ the pain, But hey! I guess I’m full of mistakes, And who’s perfect? Anybody willin’ to say? It’s a Little part of the bigger display To wriggle free from the matrix n’ back to the maker so If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up! Everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug, Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump, It you’re getting’ down put your hands up! Everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind, Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump up Chorus: Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Verse 2: It’s the end of my daze, Cotchin’ by the block when I waited For Ross to come along n’ proper knuckle my face-in I, Kissed his boot as he ruffled my blazer Man I wish I had the guts to knock him paste-in’ but I pop on down by the green, Where I ripped my first rizla n’ got proper lean, (toke effect by sketchy) So yeah I’ve toked a bit,(a bit?) Ok a lot, but I promise I won’t touch a spliff I’ve learnt! But whatever just dance a bit, Let your troubles break free like the bars are split but, It ain’t easy, it’s hard to jig, When the body, mind, soul’s like the Gaza-strip, (bomb effect by sketchy) I guess I trip up a lot, But who’s stable? Anybody scribbled the dots? It’s a Little part of the infinite plot To run free from the maze n’ discover the Godhead so If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up! Now everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug, Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump, It you’re getting’ down put your hands up! Everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind, Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump up It’s the end of my daze, paradin’ n’ strikin’ a role, Like a rich little diamond who’s minin’ for gold if That’s your goal better mind the hole ‘cause no money on the planet can supply the soul nope, I keep my head to the horizon, cause’ every time I look aside dilemmas start arisin, I wouldn’t mind but these women are enticin’ It’s difficult to walk aligned when mini me’s excited’ N’ lets open a bit, I get stone-cold alone till I’m frozen n’ stiff, I pose sunny but I’m soaked by mist that Maya jinxed me, so I hold a cloak that’s from Krish-na, I guess the ego’s a git, N’ who’s not a slave to it? Can anybody admit it? It’s a Little part of the infinite myth, To get us free from the prison mind n’ back to the spirit so If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up! Now everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug, Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump, It you’re getting’ down put your hands up! Everybody here got their hands up!? Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind, Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump up Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump Up up up up up up up up . . . . Hop, skip & let your soul jump up

Freaks Verse 1: Now everybody roll up, welcome, pleased to be of service, My words’ll cool ya nerves as I entrepreneur This carnival is burning, hot like a furnace, The heat from the freaks like a third degree circus. These dirty foul jerks stink worse than a turd Which’ll make the elephant man occur to be virtuous Abominable nerds grown deep from the dirt, Who’ll commit any sin just to bleed on the earth’s surface! So lights up! Our first freak please It’s Steven the demon from Church East Street, Who lurks each street with a fists full of sweets And a sick little dream to fiddle kids in the sheets. Tip toeing when he sneaks from the classrooms, leaving His daytime profession as a part-time teacher, So what’s the treatment? Would you like to phone a friend? Or ask the audience the choice for your beating? Chorus: Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment! Freaks! We got repulsive and striking Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment! Verse 2: Light up the pyrotechnics and sound off the sirens Spark up your lighters for Simon the violent Fireman; who saves lives like an idol, But when he makes it home he beats the kids and the wife up, He’s proper fired up, hot headed like his mind’s scorched, Tying up the family with force till the spine’s tort, Eye’s sore, see the petrol-covered wife torch, Scorch red and orange like he’s celebrating guy forks. Next up, please scribble on our black board, Jack for detention with capitals in white chalk Jack’s a polite boy, but it seems that his dreams Of achievement are settled in a knife’s point, Stabbing up peers in the classrooms, leaving His daytime professor and his classmates bleeding. How can we teach ‘em? Treat them? Learn them? Cane them! Stab them! Beat them! Burn them! Chorus: Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment! Freaks! We got repulsive and striking Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment! Verse 3: Now give it up for our last guest, a ghastly and heartless Arse, who rides cars white masked through the darkness, Parked by the park bench, armed with a large wrench, Sparking out women watch ‘em gasp for their last breath. He carves the hearts from the carcass, Numb from his pains by the vodka and archers, Odd when he’s plastered, a monstrous gardener Who landscapes bodies in the mud’s of the marshland. Gentlemen and ladies, boys and the girls These are the freaks of a poisonous world, Who walk by the sun with a peace but with no sense, Morphed by the moon into beasts of the grotesque Up next, I’ll ask the audience’s thesis, Which rusty tool should I torture these freaks with? Fuck it! Let’s keep em locked in their cages The freaks of the world rot for your entertainment! Chorus: Freaks! We got them horrible and nasty Freaks! We got the shocking and the ghastly Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment! Freaks! We got repulsive and striking Freaks! We got the ugly and the frightening Freaks! We got ‘em printed on our papers Freaks of the world here for your entertainment!

Metaphorce Chorus: These are my Metaphors, Write in pictures Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me These are my Metaphors Painting scriptures Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality. Verse 1: Rat a tat tat go their footsteps tapping in my ear The hairs stand up on my neck, happy that you’re near You smile at my character, I pass you a beer Gasp a joke, provoke the farcical, I laugh with half the fear Voices lift the air I slap a hand upon my leg As the colours of our auras pour, link and connect Through our intellect, I crave your brains time for Its mind thoughts, the light source absorbed through my sight organs. I stoop disguised, cold inside a thin jacket I box emotion poking stones, sticks and crisp packets I sit unnoticed, ya squintin cos I’m out your focus Word unspoken, socially broken at the road side like I’m homeless, Locked in my head in a private world I love to be Pay no attention, leave, neglect my presence chuck the key. Mutter to me, no politics so fuck ya speech, Stop your teeth, don’t wanna speak, forget me, leave me lost in dream. Chorus: These are my Metaphors, Write in pictures Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me These are my Metaphors Painting scriptures Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality. Verse 2: Ya skin rips stings turns with a red burn, my hand grabbing your wrist Hurts, from lifting and gripping the earth, Heavily breathin screaming air from a dry lung mangled, Danglin’ from the edge of a grand canyon, Silver armour guards my heart from any pain Squeezing my arteries and veins pumpin the blood cells to my brain To play widda a strong game, I pull the trigger back from a long range, Stand tall in a mad brawl then walk through the devil’s doorway. Spine shatters to a million sharp shards of bone My shoulders won’t carry the strain of the whole globe on my own I’m Exhausted, feet red raw walking with a poor limp, “Stop, please sir will you carry me?” he reply’s back with a sore lip! Morbidly call support, collapse to the floor, Dragging my raw balls crawling, sit my back to a crack in the wall, Physique’s small, like snow whites seven dwarfs, I’m bashful, weak and sneezy, need doc to make me sleepy. Chorus: These are my Metaphors, Write in pictures Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me These are my Metaphors Painting scriptures Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality. Verse 3: (Double Time) Hands grip tight, tug on a thick rope, fix to the world Scent stimulates a big nose . . . Smell a white rose go where the wind blows, See rainbow colour mixed in with a rich globe, Tiptoe creep up on a sibling, Tip tap quick on the back with a slick trick, Giggle, I give a little wiggle, Shake a little leg box steppin’ out a rhythm like (hmmm) Sound taste’s like (hmmm) Light penetrates earth, gas burnin’ in space like (hmmm) eye’s see bright stars Feel heat from the sun so I both reach both arms Up! up up and away! Sun light on horizon, night from a day like (oooo) wanna steal that moon but I’m lovin’ these days, sun come again soon. Nah fuck off! (spit) spit it out, Sweetness burns taste buds in the mouth, The globes odour stinks so foul, I diggin up earth 6 deep with a trowl Take a hint man I stepped away Ya like a splinter trapped in the brain Swing a fist wanna knock you out, When you bleed man its easy to block you out! Stand ground with a boot to the pavement Grip tight like I’m shootin a major Step back I’m a loon with stapler Pin you to the roof then I’m looting your paper. (Don’t) drag me by the collar mate, (No) I’m not gonna move so (Bro) step out of this space now (Go) Get back (Go) I hate you (Go!)