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My best friend was a shoemaker, trading on the move Making multi-coloured moccasins out of trays of old fast food And my sister was referee, reffing Sunday morning leagues South of Sheffield at a park showing yellow cards to rapists and thieves And my grandad was a soldier in a guerilla martial law Took great pride in cleaning his guns while sitting on his bedroom floor And my father ?to? a lunatic jail for arson, and not the first Killed himself with a home chemistry kit, garden shed deep beneath the earth And everyone is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me And everyone is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me My mother ?drew? an arsonist to a park in a school Distraught after the death of my father, nothing left and nothing to lose And my grandma similarly grew tired of her man Shot him dead and buried the ?tight-jaw? and a shotgun in her hand And my sister got attacked by an ex-con after a match So while he slept, marinated him in lighter-fluid and watched his head catch And my best friend made millions with cocaine on the coast of South America Eight kids, five wives, can't decide who I hate most And everyone is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me And everyone is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me We all saw it coming that our genetic pool was clouded With gold powder and blood soaked on the grass and the earth and the house ?dear? Hardly surprising that 24 years later I'm here with my gun arm And you're sat down in your living room near all the balls that I've saved up And everyone of you is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me And everyone of you is a little bit in me All of them, a little bit in me