Ransley - Nurtured Nature

There is a teenage gang,converse in urban slang,
drink knocked off alcohol,smash bottles right in your eyeball.
Send you to A and E or down town to the mortuary,
depends on whether you can take a kick and still get up from it.
Nasty psychopath at the witness rants
"I will be out in seven years then shoot you right between the ears.
I'm a modern killer,no sympathy"he said.
"I'll pull the shotguns trigger,blow your opinions right out your head"

Hands up,give me money,I wont hesitate to shoot somebody.
With a bullet in the head.( x2)

Suburb street,hooded youth,
bent nose and a broken tooth.
Been in the wars since he was born in a cubicle in '94.
Mothers dead and daddys left,now living in some grotty complex,
veins as faint as spider webs,sunken face and chicken legs.
Occupation robbing purses,pensions from the old and nervous,
they may be frail and mind their business but they make a muggers Christmas,
Walking at one mile an hour,they lack the strength to overpower,
down and outs who need a fix will punch them in the face to get it.

Hands up give me money...

Prosperous and posh is Paula from the upper class and well to do,
a wardrobe bigger than a council flat to stockpile all her coats and shoes.
Her father is a thief (in other words he's got a government seat),
the easiest way to extort a family,become a minister and collect the salary!
Paula she's got the manners of a person who'd kick you in the jewels
and laugh as you wreath around in pain,
both of them squashed and badly bruised.
And there is your reflection,in a puddles rippling,cold dimension,
face a picture of agony mumbling,
"What was that and why me?"