Представляем точный текст композиции "The Junkyard" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Skitz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Junkyard» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Skitz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Skitz - "The Junkyard"
Lyrics to The Junkyard : (feat. Task Force) "...What trust can we any longer place in government policies that have rigorously and indeed brutally held down wages, yet at the same time increased prices and in the process presented us with the biggest unemployment problem in postwar years..." The streets are filthy from the sweat and tears We wear our fingers to the bone in search of gold We must protect our children from the night, whatevers not right We bear witness- Junkyard means business Shadows in the dark, muggers on the stairs Junkyard warfare some peoples worst nightmare My sides bleed alkies looking for 10p, And cash converters were invented for junkies My neighbors ''''', and livin here aint very cheap Thieves from the council stole their money from the streets I aint had runnin water for weeks Kids in my flat hardly know how to speak Before theyre bunnin down weed and getting STDs And then they have kids, before their time to live Which is some hard shit, when kids bringin up kids Times is hard in the junkyard, kids fuck around in the dirt And see white as the only way to work They hold the square cos theres piss on the stairs Little man licks the pipe and blows the smoke high in the air He calls it welfares prayer, smoking on the shit to feel godly Spittin wit those cats upstairs Cos its dirty down here, God, you get yr robes pulled of yr back Crucified in a block of flats Junkyard style, from the bricks to the shacks And the pigs chase the cats while the cats feed their habits Sometimes I get nostalgic and I hold my old corner Where we used to rock that bad magic I get toxic then reflect on the world Watching cars drive by putting swine B4 pearls Guzzling on L just to keep my head straight In the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate You gotta fight to survive blood Lash your take to make your food supply right blood Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked Livin on luck when you aint got nothing and its all about the buck Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars police on patrol, and streetcorner stars Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam shots getting licked so live how you can Kids are eating (icepoles'), throwing stones at busses Accosting grannies getting chased and now theyve grown up Screwing on the corner with a knife in his pocket Jack you, stab you, kill you, your times up My bloods dirty from the poison that the junkyard breathes Everything we touch just dies of disease But still I live here, shine an example to the youngers To think about the way Im gonna deal with my hunger Broke for 3 days, late giro again New Deal, low pay, big ball and chain Tucked into my sock and I dont wanna be broke Ive got the sentence of the junkyard fever '' And Im burning temptation as I look to the stars For a time when we can clean up the Junkyard Yeah its hard in the streets for whoever you are When yr livin in a place we call the Junkyard; I watched a film called life, through a broken window on the stairs It werent long before the police appeared, all flashlight shining in my face Same shit all the time- Junkyard, where our lives dont change Little kids like orphans check me for a sponsor on the (icepoles') Nine year olds plottin for a title like Ollie Twist Snatch yr purse like a dodger disappear in the bricks The Junkyards a playground, crimes a safe route, drinks a way out The kids sit and blaze like theres gonna be a drought Aint no love here, not for self or surroundings Just close encounters, and scoundrels of all kinds The money-madll rob you blind without foresight And speed off somewhere into the night To get high off this world, create their own space From the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate You gotta fight to survive blood Lash your take to make your food supply right blood Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked Livin on luck when you aint got nothing and its all about the buck Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars police on patrol, and streetcorner stars Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam shots getting licked so live how you can "Britains economic problem isnt a problem of the decade or even a generation; it arose far back in the 19th century, itll persist until the 21st" [ The Junkyard Lyrics ]
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