SPORTSWEAR

Well, I've got a funny feeling in my stomach

But that don't matter cause me and you are always into something

Whether it be riding, walking home drenched in the freezing cold

Or entering a town where the postboxes now say sold

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop? I won't stop it

Hand me your car keys, I'll try and unlock it

Sitting in the backseat with that worn-out interior

Blatantly looked down on by all our superiors

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams

Stitched in between the seams

That boy in a bivvy looks about 13

Trying to sell sticks claimed to be ****

Laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew

In your bodywarmer Nike and bad attitude

I'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies

How do you want to be viewed?

And while you're out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she's on her own

Trying to get your baby some food

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams

Stitched in between the seams

That boy in a bivvy looks about 13

Trying to sell sticks claimed to be ****

Live in sportswear

But they never go running

Staying in, always bunning

Watching porn, brain-numbing

Lack of motherly loving from a young age

As they can clearly say

They never got nothing from anyone

Cliché

I'm sitting on the curb while my mate's rolling a fag, I'm ******* hurting, so bored

Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams

Stitched in between the seams

That Boy in a bivvy looks about 13

Trying to sell sticks claimed to be ****