[Verse 1 - Lee Scott]

Be careful, he's only half a wool

An easy kid to push but his rollies hard to pull

Remarkable, despite the spelling and lack of grammar

He's the genuine article

Out in the chemical leak

Necking Mars milkshake from a Martians skull by himself in a street

Lid, I was a free dinner ticket kid, giz a quid

Small town minds thinking big

Top floor flat with a view of the fiddlers ferry

Screaming at the little people that live in the telly

From across the Mersey, smelling like bootleg CK1 from Turkey

Sitting on the pier, thinking what a year

Power station postcards, wish you wasn't here

Between a rock and a hard place I crack a smile

Rank and file scally style

Chicken omelette and chips with a cherry coke

Mind state like; why sell it? there'll be less to smoke

Just drown me out with white noise when I choke

TV still plugged in like it never broke

Can't read me own mental note

Room above hell, on the floor with a stethoscope

Listening in and the only thing I'm giving is in

And I'm out

[Bridge]

And I'll be gargling me drink, regardless of what you think

It's too late for me to change me ways

I see the sun rays breaking through the grey clouds

It's the same but different like the place I was raised

Whole style rusty in this cold town

Trust me there's a beauty in the wear and the tear

I run me hands through me hair, leaning back in me chair

Somewhere between here and there