Hanging about down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum a ride
On the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on a poster
Of course we got a manager
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than the factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
Feeling bad for three to four days
Feeling sad for three to four more
Feeling hazy for 45 minutes
Feeling crazy for 45 more
We been dancing all night long
Waiting in the corner cos something's wrong
Dont wanna get up and see that dawn
like the day before
A spirit a pound a half a pint of brown
This is the way we spell camden town
I shouldnt speed its not my need
how can this go on
