Bits of Kids

It was nothing like that in my day 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. s*x 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 'cause he'll just be alone till night time They're only 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 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 town We're bits of kids. We're only bits of kids It's only bits of kids today Bits of kids. We're always Here in my town --- Bits of Kids - Stiff Little Fingers