Dirty Boys
Something like Tobacco RoadLiving on a lonely roadI will pull you out of thereWe will go to Finchley Fair
I will buy you feather hatI will steal a cricket batSmash some windows, make a noiseWe will run with dirty boys
When the sun goes downWhen the sun goes down and the die is castWhen the die is cast and you have no choiceWe will run with dirty boys
We all go mad we all want youMe and the boys we all go throughYou've got to learn to hold your tongueThis ain't the moon this is burnin' sun
When the sun goes downWhen the sun goes down and the die is castWhen the die is cast and you have no choiceWe will run with dirty boys