Lyrics

Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down Moved out to another slum in another part of town Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift Who really ever thought it would come to this East Ham High Street market on a Saturday Stuffing things in coats, making our getaway Back round Charlie's house to see just what we'd got In school Monday morning we'd just flog the lot Blame the teachers, blame the schools Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us Games of chicken in the kitchen with a carving knife Eight stitches in my hand, I think I got off light Your girlfriend's there in tears your mate's made another pass When's he gonna learn he only has to ask Blame the teachers, blame the schools Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us Schoolteachers sing you won't come to anything There's no future in playing these dives But looking back today we won't have it another way Because we had the times of our lives Out of school, and out of work, and out of cigarettes We'll all have some breakfast if he wins the bet All the posing & posturing never made much sense Little boys, little men, little innocence Blame the teachers, blame the schools Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us [2x]