Kids with fat faces in shoes without laces, adults in track suits with tangerine faces, old folks with scooters ride fast as they can, these are the things that make Ashghanistan!
Flat caps on youngsters dressed up in their Lycra, cruising the streets in their red Nissan micra, fawning at girls for the school bus they wait, these are the scenes from the Woodhorn estate!
When the fists fly when the old die when I’m feeling bad, I just take a look round my urban retreat and then I don’t feel so sad!!!!
Taxis and busses and motorbike hoodies, trawl up the Main Street all looking for goodies, old folk and pushchairs and Barclays and lloyds, these are the things that I try to avoid!
When the dogs bark, when the doors slam, when the night is young! I just think back to my old habitat and then I reach for my gun!
Policemen who miss all the criminal action, drug dealers dealing in usual fashion, muggings and beatings and robberies rife, these are the scenes of a hard northern life!
When the kids scream, when the guns bang when I’m feeling mad! I just think back to my days in the sand and then I don’t feeeeeel soooo sad!