Nothing For The Kids lyrics

I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag, I'm gonna run a mile from here'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing and fearAll the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low streetWhile the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say,"Yeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay,I got the money but I need it for my dealer today."And her friends are all the same and they know it's not rightBut they were promised more from this lifeAnd they will steal and they will fightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayAnd they will haunt the streets at nightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayShaun has an ASBO, he's only fourteen, he's tired and he's bored with the local police"They're pricks," he says, "I didn't get a second chance,They didn't ask why I did it"The pigs ...The paedophiles playing his neck of the woods,He's got no safety numbers, his ASBO won't allow him to be hanging around in gangsWhat is he to do? He's bee
n kicked out of schoolWhat a way to fix a fool, we are failing our youthParents and governors can you handle the truth?And they will steal and they will fightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayAnd they will haunt the streets at nightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayThere's nothing for the kids to doWho's to blame? The mainstream media?Our rulers and idols get greedier and seedierThey're an embarrassment, they should be shamedFor misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blameThey sit back and watch the evil grow from the youth club ruins where the kids used to goTake parts of Salford in Manchester, dying on its feetWhile the players at United get a hundred grand a weekThe kids love them anyway, it don't make senseWhen you have a go at me for the sake of fifty penceEspecially when some of you so called "poor kids" have got the money for a digital camcorderAnd the time to film a girl whilst you spit-roast herYou hang about the park but you don't play football Y
ou trouble me for money 'cos you've got to make a drug call (?)You've got time, you've got money but you wrap it in a joint 'cos you don't see the point in using your time for making your dreams come trueYou're all too busy trying to lose our respect for youWhy're you proud to be rude?You're just trying to be cool in front of your matesThat's all that really matters when you're living in hateAnd they will steal and they will fightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayAnd they will haunt the streets at nightBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todayWhy do you wanna grow up, why do you wanna grow so fast and throw your youth away?Don't throw your youth away and don't let me hear you sayThat there's nothing for the kids to do todayThere's plenty for the kids to do todayThere's so much for the kids to do