The Rotten Breed

[intro] [primitive guitar riff] [verse 1] Welcome to the squat, the jewel of the street, Where the roaches are friendly and the rats compete. No water, no heat, just the stench of despair, But we’re kings of this dump, so who bloody cares? Windows so black, they’re a permanent night. Walls stained with history: nah, not a pretty sight. Is it blood? Is it puke? We don’t give a toss, This ain’t Buckingham, but we’re still the boss. [chorus] Whoaaa-oh-aah! We're the rotten breed, scum is the name! Whoaaa-oh-aah! We don’t need rules, we play our game! [verse 2] There’s Jimmy the Dip, with his sticky mitts, Nicking wallets on the tube, proper London grit. Then there’s Stace, out her face, zonked out on the floor, She don’t know the planet, let alone the score. Mattress on the ground, it’s a five-star bed, ‘Til the rats come nibblin’, dancin’ on your head. We’ve named the biggest ones, they’re part of the crew, Welcome to the circus, it’s a bloody zoo. [chorus] Whoaaa-oh-aah! We're the rotten breed, scum is the name! Whoaaa-oh-aah! We don’t need rules, we play our game! [guitar solo] [verse 3] Neighbours bang walls, tell us to shut our gobs, But we’re busy here, bein’ slobs on the job. Life’s a big joke, and we’re punchin’ down, Mockin’ the wankers who run this town. Rozzers on the doorstep, we laugh and run, A quick sprint down the alley—ain’t this fun? Back to the pit with a crate of booze, The city’s against us, but we never lose. [chorus] Whoaaa-oh-aah! We're the rotten breed, scum is the name! Whoaaa-oh-aah! We don’t need rules, we play our game! [chorus] Whoaaa-oh-aah! We're the rotten breed, scum is the name! Whoaaa-oh-aah! We don’t need rules, we play our game! We don’t need rules, we play our friggin' game!