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Skint

He came from a quiet Town, where he’d always been pushed around, So he moved to the City, no Streets of Gold or Hearts of Pity.

You’re Skint, Prick, what’d you come here for? You’ll be sleeping on the pavement, you’ll be living in shop doors,
You’re Skint, Prick, what’d you come here for? You’ll be begging at the Station, find your the floor.

Alone and down, nobody round, life makes him feel so dirty, No space or time to work it out, Street Survival, no mercy.

Dog eat dog and turning tricks, thieve and steal to get a fix, A harsh existence. The hard way, Just see the Sun set on another day.

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from Kill The Poor, released March 14, 2012
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"(Underclass UK) have a lot to say and a pretty ferocious, uncompromising way of saying it. Far from being an average Oi!/Streetpunk band they are far more sussed and articulate than you’d perhaps imagine from their chosen name." Geb Babey, Louder Than War! 12.3.17 ... more

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