West End Riot

<br>There`s a kid who was born and was raised in the west<br>There`s a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest<br>Every week they would meet in the street with their friends<br>With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole<br>they would fight to their death<br>This time we`ll have victory<br>Last time ended in a defeat<br>Our town becomes a battleground<br>West End Riot<br>We`ll be here next Saturday<br>With our guns and our heads held high<br>So listen up boys, you`d better not cry this time<br>See a bum on the street that you think you recognise<br>Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high<br>Six o`clock runnin` home I don`t wanna be late<br>Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates<br>Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise<br>Never used to talk about the future<br>Never thought that we`d have to care<br>So WEST END RIOT!!!<br>Theres a man who was born in the west workin at a factory<br>Theres a man from the east who know runs the whole company<br>How theyve grown on their own not like the kids they used to be<br>Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories