Scratch one more to the body count
Another dead kid you don't care about
Forget what the papers read
Safe in your house while another kid bleeds
Everyone of us to blame

For each capital teen who died in vain
We are f**king worse if not the same

We read the filth and forget the names
No money for a funeral

'Til  you sell your story out to the world

Hoods up  knifes out  "protect ya neck"
With no remorse and no respect
And for every teen who lost their life
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife
We will carve this cross into your chest
To remind you of this f**king mess

Kitchen knifes and the silent kill
Gun shots start the rumour mill
Lets take this back to the old school
Live out our lives by the Queensberry rules
Two fists clenched tight
Two f**king wrong-uns
Who both think there're right
The bigger they are
The harder they f**king fall

No money for a funeral
'Til you sell your story to
The rest of the world

Hoods up  knifes out  "protect ya neck"

No remorse and no respect
And for every teen who lost there life
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife
We will carve a cross into your chest
To remind you of this f**king mess

The union jack has bled away

It's black and white and it's f**king grey

The cells are cold  the streets are the same

Its been a dead summer

And were praying for rain
Your heart of gold is dead and cold
And you wonder when your dreams got old
Walk yourselves down to the thames
And throw you knifes in so that this can end