Fynan

Fynan

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Your sister called me on the phone

Written By: R A Fynan

i saw your mum ouside the sainsburys just the other day
said she hears about your antics on the grape vine and its turning her grey
like the bars that youve been buying with the money you saved
from the pockets of the children who you mugged at the rave
said your dad he couldve made a difference now he turns in his grave
but she still sees her little boy just crying out to be saved

your sister calls me on the phone
he sais its her and mum alone that live n fear of the day
you just dont come home
ooooooooooooooooooo oo o o oooo o o o o oooo

the jurys out if you can see an end in sight to this phase
before the world comes back to bite you in its circular ways
the little wind your mouth is startings gonna blow you away
cos all this local hardman postures just a hollow display
and yeah we know its just a small wake of destruction in the places youve been
but if i have to hear one more disturbing story then im turning you in

your sister calls me on the phone
he sais its her and mum alone that live n fear of the day
you just dont come home
ooooooooooooooooooo oo o o oooo o o o o oooo

the local paper ran your story on the fourth page
about how the rozzers couldnt touch you on account of your age
i guess untill your sixteenth birthday boy you had it made
but does this whole city have to suffer on account of your rage
-no

your sister calls me on the phone
he sais its her and mum alone that live n fear of the day
you just dont come home
ooooooooooooooooooo oo o o oooo o o o o oooo