Testo di West End Riot

There's a kid who was born and was raised in the West There's a kid from the East who never really fit in with therest Every week they would meet in the street with their friends With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole theywould fight to their death This time we'll have victory Last time ended in a defeat Our town becomes a battleground CHORUS West End Riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time See a bum on the street that you think you recognise Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought that we'd have to care So WEST END RIOT!!! REPEAT CHORUS There's a man who was born in the West workin' at a factory There's a man from the East who now runs the whole company How they've grown on their own not like the kids they used tobe Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories