Scuttlers
We got the power
Don't stand in our way
We do the things that can't see light of day
All that we heard, all that they said
We never been good, born to be bad
Stand up and fight
Provoke the attack
Walk into Salford
You'll never come back
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Fight for our pride
They run when they hear
You all better hide
When the Scuttlers are near
A punch in the face
A stab in the back
A scream in the night
The Scuttlers attack
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah
Gangs of kids, just seventeen
The hardest lads you've ever seen
Mancunian men rise from the slums
Hit the streets when darkness comes
A cauliflower ear and a cut-up face
A crooked nose that's outta place
This is where the Scuttlers meet
Near Murrays' Mills on Bengal street
Armed with a knife and a buckle belt
Playing the card their class was dealt
Not long before the street turned red
Butchered and beaten, left for dead
This is the Coketown
Coketown hell on earth
Coketown hell on earth
Blood in the gutter
They all fear a Scuttler
Hide from the light
Cry in the night
Cry in the night
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Don't stand in our way
We do the things that can't see light of day
All that we heard, all that they said
We never been good, born to be bad
Stand up and fight
Provoke the attack
Walk into Salford
You'll never come back
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Fight for our pride
They run when they hear
You all better hide
When the Scuttlers are near
A punch in the face
A stab in the back
A scream in the night
The Scuttlers attack
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah
Gangs of kids, just seventeen
The hardest lads you've ever seen
Mancunian men rise from the slums
Hit the streets when darkness comes
A cauliflower ear and a cut-up face
A crooked nose that's outta place
This is where the Scuttlers meet
Near Murrays' Mills on Bengal street
Armed with a knife and a buckle belt
Playing the card their class was dealt
Not long before the street turned red
Butchered and beaten, left for dead
This is the Coketown
Coketown hell on earth
Coketown hell on earth
Blood in the gutter
They all fear a Scuttler
Hide from the light
Cry in the night
Cry in the night
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Credits
Writer(s): Thijs Bouwman
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