[Intro] Gary Lockel, Atlantic City, New Jersey Salisbury, north side, wheels crawl slow, Cold pie in the bag and the rain on the road. You know that gate, you know that crew, Whole postcode watching what the locals do. [Verse 1] Hi-vis zipped, work boots scrape, Two-lane turn by the old estate. Phone stays down when the boys roll through, No big talk, just a tight-knit few. Servo receipt in the cup holder fold, Dash says empty, but the blood runs bold. You want that name? Better earn that sound, We don’t bark for the room, we hold our ground. [Pre-Chorus] North end, chin up, step with care, You know who’s home when the doors go bare. No borrowed crown, no costume pride, This patch raised us; we stand inside. [Chorus] Salisbury, say it clean, say it loud, Paralowie made from a hard-worn crowd. Low voice, slow walk, eyes on the lane, We keep our word and we carry our name. North side, north side, built to last, Old scars tucked where the sleeves sit fast. No fake throne, no rented shine, This end’s ours by the grit and time. [Verse 2] Brick dust caught in the seams of the jeans, Mum’s front light cuts through the screens. You talk too big but you fold too quick, We know that bluff, we can read that trick. One mate drives, one mate checks the map, No loose lips when the whole block chats. A quiet nod says more than a speech, We look after ours, keep trouble out of reach. [Pre-Chorus] North end, chin up, step with care, You know who’s home when the doors go bare. No borrowed crown, no costume pride, This patch raised us; we stand inside. [Chorus] Salisbury, say it clean, say it loud, Paralowie made from a hard-worn crowd. Low voice, slow walk, eyes on the lane, We keep our word and we carry our name. North side, north side, built to last, Old scars tucked where the sleeves sit fast. No fake throne, no rented shine, This end’s ours by the grit and time. [Bridge] Wait at the corner, let the whole street breathe, Old man waters roses underneath the eaves. Kids kick a ball where the shop signs fade, We know every face on this stretch of shade. You can leave for years, still know the way, Same cracked path, same end of day. [Verse 3] Quick with the steps when the pressure gets close, Slow with the answer; we don’t need to boast. Names on the roster, plates in the sink, One good mate who can tell what you think. No grand parade, just the gate pulled in, A kettle starts up and the jokes begin. Hard days taught us to keep things straight, No one gets left at the end of the gate. [Breakdown] Sal-is…bury… Para…lowie… North end… steady… No talk… ready… Hold your line, let the whole block sway, Home ground pride when the day turns grey. [Final Chorus] Salisbury, say it clean, say it loud, Paralowie made from a hard-worn crowd. Low voice, slow walk, eyes on the lane, We keep our word and we carry our name. North side, north side, built to last, Old scars tucked where the sleeves sit fast. No fake throne, no rented shine, This end’s ours by the grit and time. [Outro] North end, lights on, gate pulled tight, Same old postcode, same crew tonight. Salisbury, mate, let the whole thing ride, Paralowie standing on the north side.
