Nothing For The Kids

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The Holloways

The Holloways are an English four-piece indie rock band from North London. Their single "Generator" reached number 14 in the UK Singles Chart on 11 June 2007. They had five No.1 singles on the UK Indie Chart and several Top 40 singles. Their debut album, So This Is Great Britain?, was awarded 8 out of 10 by NME. Former band member Rob Skipper died on 3 October 2014 in Brighton from a heroin overdose. more »

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I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag
I'm gonna run a mile from here
The ASBO generation make this a terror nation
Full of loathing and fear

All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street
While the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say
""Yeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay
I got the money but I need it for my dealer today""

And her friends are all the same
And they know it's not right
But they were promised more from this life

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today

Sean has an ASBO, he's only fourteen
He's tired and he's bored with the local police
""They're pricks,"" he says, ""I didn't get a second chance
They didn't ask why I did it""

The pigs pinned sean for puttin' up his hood
While pedophiles claimed his neck in the woods
He's got no safety numbers when his ASBO won't allow him
To be hanging out in gangs, what is he to do?

He's been kicked out of school
What a way to fix a fool
we are failing our youth
Parents and governors can you handle the truth?

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do

Who's to blame? The mainstream media?
Our rulers and idols get greedier and seedier
They're an embarrassment, they should be shamed
For misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blame

Sit back and watch the evil grow
From the youth club ruins where the kids used to go
Take all that's left of suburbia, dying on their feet
While the premiership players get a hundred grand a week

The kids love them anyway
It don't make sense
When you'll have a go at me
For the sake of fifty pence

And why attack the fire brigade?
You lured them in a trap with a fire you made
You shower them with rocks 'cause there's nothing to do
Why should they care when the flames come licking at you

There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
I said, there's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do

But I say
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's so much for the kids to do today

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