The Romance Of The City Lyrics

Him next door is a loser and a thief,
I've never known a man give his Mrs so much grief.
I've seen him selling razors in the pubs on county road,
And I've heard him tell local dealer that he'll get what he's owed.

This used to be such a nice place to live,
Family's with children and advice to give,
The likes of his like just bring the rest of us down,
Now my neighbourhood's called 'the rough end of town'

And me ma' can't afford a new place,
So she has to make do and just hide her face.
The kids on the corner causing drunken disorder,
You can tell them to behave but I guarantee they'll just ignore yer.

What happened to my home?
The place where I grew up?
The place we played heads an' volley's on Mick's back gates,
What happened to this street?
The place where we hung around?
The place I used to play out all night with me mates.

Her facing ours is always up the wall,
She's got three middle aged sons and they all do fuck all.
I've seen her buying milk with the vouchers off the dole,
And I've heard a little rumour that she's out on parole.

This used to be a lovely suburban street,
Where children played cops and robbers and lovers used to meet.
But all the new crowd do is bring it down,
Now I despise the fact that it's called 'the rough end of town'

And me ma' can't afford a new place,
So she has to make do and just hide her face.
The kids on the corner causing drunken disorder,
You can tell them to behave but I guarantee they'll just ignore yer.

What happened to my home?
The place where I grew up?
The place we played heads an' volley's on Mick's back gates,
What happened to this street?
The place where we hung around?
The place I used to play out all night with me mates.