Spraypaint Backalley

Down a spray paint back alley

I look up at the sky

And I see through red eyes

The seagulls wheel around and around

Worn out couches and fridges

And mongrel dogs roam free

There are rags and there are riches

Inside this head for me

We drink cheap English cider

And smoke hashish from North Africa

I've been tryin' to get the mix right

But I haven't got it right tonight

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

I've a fifteen year old mustache

I'm so desperate for to be a man

People tell me to shave it off,

If I shave it I'm a boy again

Watch my father and my brother

Fixing old cars.

And their rough oil stained hands

Are skilled and scarred

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Behind this big rusty shed door

There's a punch bag and a clapped out car

As the car sits on breeze blocks

The punch bag takes some heavy shots

Down the lane way sniffin' petrol

I thought pebble dash was snow

As I stumbled in a blizzard

The pain inside me disappeared

Cross the city down the alleys

A thousand kids like me

They are watching through red eyes

The flock of little birds gracefully gliding by

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Fought in the lane, lost in the lane

Swallowed the shame, then I fought again

Fought in the lane, cried in the lane

Swallowed the pain, then I fought again

Fell in the lane, got back up in the lane

Died in the lane, and came alive again

We are all in the gutter

But some of us are looking at the stars

We are all in the gutter

But some of us are looking at the stars

We are all in the gutter

But some of us are looking at the stars

We are all in the gutter

But some of us are looking at the stars

The stars, ooh the stars, the stars