Built in '11, world-class blaze, BMX blaze, skate ramps craze, Sports hall slam, climb walls high, Studio beats, cafe buzz – oh my! Parkfield pride, kids' golden day... Fourteen years? All pissed away! Lotto cash, six mil strong, Paignton rose, youth's wild song. Wheelie spins, ollie flips, Climb the peak, no fear, no slips. Track your jam, brew with the crew, Torbay's fire, burnin' true. But suits swooped, plans turned cold, Locked our dreams, left 'em sold. Radio Exe, blast the call! Community roars, watch 'em fall! Scandal bay, third strike out, Youth house dead, MTS shout. SEND '25, doors slammed tight, Fourteen fails, endless night! Million spaffed, Bye Bye – fight! Do better now... much better, right?! Council tricks, try one, two, three, Vows stack high, but zilch for free. Med school stole the hall for some, Sixty-eight saved? Rest go numb. Skate ghost town, BMX rusts red, Wall's dead quiet, dreams half-fed. Cash bounced back? Nah, they blow, Kids street-lost, nowhere to go. "No past mistakes," they preach and grin... Yeh yeh yeh – shove it in! Fourteen years, mil quid flushed, Kids crushed raw, trust turned to dust. Paignton rise, fists in the air, Smash the locks, youth beware! No more lies – reopen there! Radio Exe, blast the call! Community roars, watch 'em fall! Scandal bay, third strike out, Youth house dead, MTS shout. SEND '25, doors slammed tight, Fourteen fails, endless night! Million spaffed, Bye Bye – fight! Do better now... much better!
