Hood Rat Symphony
1977’s british buzzcocks-punk, sing-along mod-punk, hyper-melodic, driving, super-fast (200-220 bpm), heavy, sludgy guitars, super-catchy, raw, dirty, authentic dirty cockney-accent, multiple harmonic layered low raspy voices, dirty background-choir (oh)… about “hood rats” (sarcastic, funny, self-ironical, self-critical)
V5
Skippin' stones off broken bricks Rats in alleys takin' their licks Oi mate got a quid? nah just tricks Chewin' gum stuck to me kicks Hood rats runnin' the show oh Hood rats stealin' the glow oh Oh oh oh We’re the kings of the trash pile low oh Bleedin' knuckles from a bar brawl laugh Cheap cider poured in a broken glass Oi oi oi the world’s too posh for our class Got a crown made of takeaway trash We’re scum we know we are We’re scum we know we are Hood rats runnin' the show oh Hood rats stealin' the glow oh Oh oh oh We’re the kings of the trash pile low oh Dirty shoes dirty mouth dirty soul Climbin' outta this pit? no control We're the rats with a dream made of holes Oh oh oh oh
