A new dawn on a new day, perhaps a little better than yesterday.
But it’s summer, young men want to fight, anything, anywhere to show they’re right!
I’ve got muscles and even a tattoo ‘d’yu see that copper – I hit him too’
You can’t arrest me! I’ve got to go home! Mum says dinner at six! She’ll be on my phone!
Spoke to an immigrant once, he seemed a nice chap, said they’d raped his sister and killed his dad.
But Jim sais they’re bad, taking our money so we gotta protest, sais it ain’t funny.
They’re in a hotel whilst Danny’s sleeping rough, he nicked money from his folks, for a dig, it’s tough!
Job Centre today, they knows I can’t work, bad back, stress and me dog to walk.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better, better than today, but really, deep down I believe in yesterday!
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