Bits Of Kids — текст песни (Stiff Little Fingers)

It was nothing like that in my day, not here in my town
We didn`t get things all our way till we were full-grown
Now they go into pubs, and you`re gonna get mugged in my town
So you read about it every day, in the headlines
How they take and take and drive away, sex and late nights
And it`s gotta be wrong, because they`re so young

They`re only bits of kids, they`re only bits of kids
It`s always bits of kids today

She makes the breakfast, one of eight, all in one room
Each uncle`s call keeps them up late, yes, in this town
And he won`t go home. `cos he`ll just be alone till night time

They`re bits of kids, they`re only bits of kids
It`s always bits of kids today

Broken cities, `n` broken homes, bits of kids who don`t grow whole
Broken cities, `n` broken hearts, bits of people who fall apart
In my town

And it seems there`s nothing anyway, not here in this town
Everything is only yesterday, and on the way down
And we`re gonna be wrong, so we gotta be strong
In our own time

We`re bits of kids, we`re only bits of kids
It`s always bits of kids today
Bits of kids, we`re always, here in my town