Eats away your body

But you have big eyes

I can smell your truth inside

And I can taste your lies

When your tales are tall

Frank and family on your wall

We don’t grass and we never will

We visit our people in the ‘ville

We don’t grass and we never will

The void is big, but the memory’s vaster

Death is quick, but life moves faster

Our days are all cut short

Lines of the borough define our fort

Our days are all cut short

Every city’s got that street

Where thieves and thugs and posh boys meet

It’s all there, for a third

The next generation will never learn

And we’ll never learn

The void is big, but the memory’s vaster

Death is quick, but life moves faster

Our days are all cut short

Lines of the borough define our fort

Should we ask for something more

Now our days are all cut short

Always there but never here

Grief and loss make meaning clear

Always there but never here

I’m glad I saw you before the fall

Now we all join hands and make a wall

The void is big, but the memory’s vaster

Death is quick, but life moves faster

Our days are all cut short

Lines of the borough define our fort

Should we ask for something more

Now our days are all cut short

Now our days are all cut short…