Riots

Young people unable to move out of the family home and start their own lives

Now everything they live in, waste of work I do
And it's just the go-to walls and my rent and food
I'm rich in many ways, not moaning at implore
But in some respects I feel I'm completely done for

My best mate he called Joe when he went to uni
He left and got a banjo, what a great opportunity
He doesn't pay rent because he lives at home
And although he wants to make money, he can watch his grow
Past four to D is and we both get rising
But London has no sky as well as the pricing
Which is great for every older that has ever been
But for my generation life is not the English dream

Which two properties, well his parents are loving
And he also got a mortgage instead of an apartment
My family set up ain't so straight forward
'Cause my dad married Shrek and things between us are awkward

And this is how things are
And this is how they've always been
By keeping us a far
They know that they control everything we want
And everything we need

The sound of the sirens
The bloodshed, the violence
All caused by our sirens
My first man in the riots

He's laughed and stoned for 25 years
And we all had to celebrate and cheers on the beat
And my mind's in a panic state completely berserk
It's dawn on me, I'm done the minute I can't work
His property goes up and my rent increases (come on man)
He's talking about having kids and I can't afford means
Just as I think this I receive a dreaded text
The burden I've been seeing is that you expect, you expect

Everything stops and I try and put things in perspective
Johnny master split, I must have been too effective but I need to put things straight
So I say look, "How many months have you missed the block?"
And please tell me you haven't told your mates
Because right now we shouldn't have children
Yes there are different options but there's only one we should take

Needless to say she was not impressed
And I had countless verbals of hate and detest
But after discussion we did what was best
And I used to have my shoulder aside my chest
Ooh!

And this is how things are
And this is how they've always been
By keeping us apart
They know that they control everything we want
And everything we need

The sound of the sirens
The bloodshed, the violence
All caused by our sirens
My first man in the riots

Give me something I can live for
Because I'm feeling so depressed
Working nine to five just to try and survive
You and the blanks, my life has no interest
And no matter how hard I try to live an honest life
I'm one step forward and two block behind (two block behind)
I always seem to be behind (to be behind)

The sound of the sirens
The bloodshed, the violence
All caused by our sirens
My last man in the riots
In the riots
In the riots
In the riots