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The sunshine is limited, the sunshine is prohibited
Living inside the exhibition full of the delinquent rich
I ran till I had a stitch, still not a stitch of freedom
I guess this is the situation, living inside the equilibrium
Turmoil on the Estates, the lads thinking it's way too late
But can you blame them, Mum and Dad are on a dole in a state
They turn their noses up, gentrify our roads you cunts, muggy.
Come and have a butcher at us, cause round it mate it's never sunny
Guess it's too far though,
From your magnificent house, magnificent house
Dictate embargo, from your magnificent house, magnificent house
Full of bravado from your windows pointing from your magnificent house
Magnificent house
Big old man with the plan come and catch us if you
Can from your magnificent house, magnificent house, yeah
That's why I tell them crack a can if you can and have some fun
All I wanna do is drag a pompous cunt up to the slums
Show 'em what its fucking like and have a bloody word of our Mum's
Plod completely out of touch, the lads would love to give them a thump
Do they know what is like to go with out brekkie or lunch?
Do they know by design we was mould not to give in once
Man me Mummy left the island bought four kids up bloody tough
That's why when you look inside my eyes
Theres nothing but darkness and some scum
You cowards cannot though, cannot though
From your magnificent house, magnificence house
Full of bravado,
Pointing your little fingers from
Your magnificent house, magnificent house
Why you think the lads have got Skengs and
Rambo's in their obligatory pouch, obligatory pouch?
Keep your fucking little beady eyes wide
Open for the magnificent Mouse, magnificent Mouse
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