Council Estate Messiahs.

Turned up half cut

With a twenty pound note

And an underage desire

For mischief

Left with a pocket full of blood

And giant Smarties

We took it in turns

Trying to smash the glass

On the machine

I had to join in

I always had to join in

I was encourageable

An easily led young man

And even the best young men

Will do questionable things

When surrounded by

Questionable young men

Our role models

Our idols

Our council estate messiahs

They drank vodka in the morning

And spat at cars

They smoked weed in the playground

And set bins on fire

They screamed at teachers

And drew swastikas on bus stops

When the police chased them

They would laugh

Invincible

And free

Thank fuck most of us made it out alive

Traumatised

Maybe

Medicated

Probably

Questionable

Definitely