Brumsdale Lyrics - Jimmy Davis

Peeps are kotchin, filling inner cheeks with toxins 

Unaware that the streets are watching 

Fleets of offspring hold heat, speak, 

Concocting deep plans while the beef is blossoming 

With sleep offering their only respite 

Round the clock hustling from dusk to sunlight 

Ensure the mechanics run right, 

Ensure that everybody's in the web who's supposed to be and that it's spun tight 

This is gangsville, where heavy hands spill 

Claret everyday and there's more buried than landfill 

Worlds come crashing down brought to a standstill 

Kid doing kids just to prove that they can kill 

And it's teenage pregnancy capital 

With flat after flat full of tetrahydrocannanibol 

It's like a jungle sometimes unimaginable 

Relentless pursuit to expand their collateral 

Brumsdale, city from which the scum hail 

The young fail and another stretch is done in jail 

A million and one drug sales 

Watch em illuminate the sky while they're blazing a gun trail 

Brum town, city in which the slum's found 

Use the accent as a stereotype to dumb down 

The daily news makes for sad reading 

But the positive heart of the manor's still beating 

The former home of rover, former home of HP 

Former home of community, comfort and of safety 

Where life moves too pacey 

And kids a third of your age are rude and fasty, it just amazes me 

Respect is abandoned, replaced with a handgun 

Apparently you never understand em 

The roots of this are fucking deeper than the grand canyon 

But they look at statistics at random 

Musicians sitting in their flats composing new tunes 

With people shooting up and sleeping in the bin chute rooms 

Citizens littering the landscape they're living in 

With no second thoughts never considering 

The legacy they're leaving, the balance is terribly uneven 

The penniless are left seething 

Material jealousy is breeding, 

Society of menaces wannabe celebrities are leaving me grieving 

Brumsdale, city from which the scum hail 

The young fail and another stretch is done in jail 

A million and one drug sales 

Watch em illuminate the sky while they're blazing a gun trail 

Brum town, city in which the slum's found 

Use the accent as a stereotype to dumb down 

The daily news makes for sad reading 

But the positive heart of the manor's still beating 

Let's broaden the focus and take it nationwide 

Many resided in a city and fucking ain't survived 

We're just a very small link in the network 

Wouldn't be necessary for a shrink or an expert 

To tell us why it's not confined to one place 

Just tell Mrs Jones why she can't see her sons face 

And let her tell you that no matter if they serve at least life 

It'll never lift the pain from when they murdered Rhys 

So now it's rife in society in culture 

Recall the shock of what happened to James Bulger 

So I guess if we're living in the belly of the beast 

You'd have to refer to us at the stomach ulcer 

Holly & Jessica, Letitia & Charlene 

Anthony Walker, Damilola making my heart bleed 

Stephen Lawrence, Gary Newlove and Ben Kinsella 

Love is the only preventative measure 

UK, country in which the youts prey 

On the weak and indefensible and then assume they 

Are untouchable but soon the drama 

Will come back around inevitably realise the karma 

Great Britain, place where they hate living 

Humility left and now the nation is gain driven 

But the gains are all material and personal 

This kind of thinking will leave us dead, buried and terminal