It was nothing like that in my day. Here in my town. We didn't get things all our way.. Till we were full-grown. Now they go into pubs.. And you're gonna get mugged.
Stop and go on an empty crossing. The lights keep changing to only their hum. And standing in line along the kerb. The binbags wait till the morning comes.
On cheap returns to summer places. Awayday herd, all out in the heat. Kicking black looks in sunshine faces. A race to vote with their feet. Back to front.