Lyrics:
Way before Reece had his corsa
I was out here when it want cool to rep Yorkshire
Everybody laughed and I can’t lie it was torture
Now they see me
sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness
I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the
Theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know
about the youths around me
Still got a hole in my chest, I ain't got my youth around me
I hit my goals, they weren't impressed, they tried to snooze
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love
Fighting mid-table teams
I'm having nightmares
In the Theatre of Dreams
At first we all thought
That Mourinho was weak
But who's laughing now
I prefer not
the Chinese chips
The Yorkshire terrier, the Glasgow kiss
That lucky old sun, that old Scotch mist
Theatre of dreams or bowl of crisps
Let the Scousers
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
There's
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
you know mi did a bill so
Check di mall
Check di movie theatre
Check di rink yeah
Weh mi would a skate yah
You think you bad, you think you slick
You
bout time you noticed
Known these guys since knee high
Take a stroll on my seaside
Love yonce but i aint no beehive
Yorkshire tings but they're aint
vantage point, in that other life,
in sight of Yorkshire, I’ll recite the poems of my youth to pass the time.
I feel the future like a killer feels
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
I'm in love with the flow
Time off to be an Oscar nominee now
Back to the M-I-see to emcee now
Rockin' the ol heads blazing the youth
Only rapper
Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot
must attend to whatever Yorkshire county happenstance steals you
Farewell for now my dearest love until I see you
On this earth in your heart or his
connais cogneur au mic
Pour l'arôme c'est ghetto youth
Postiché tah un sans faf'
L'argent sale moi j'tourne autour
Akhi, sur mon terrain
Y a d'la tise et
for my show all heard about it
Theatres near you woah I don't need a permit
PGU only for you my life's a movie to hit
Internet money coming in they
this illusion of choice
We're screaming for justice with one voice
Are we just whispers against the storm, fading in the night
In the theatre
the Fool, the Harlequin
In the theatre of our pain
The colour of your anger
Is the colour of your blood
The colour of your mind
Is the colour of your blood
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how
as a youth
He identified with a pimp and petty
Hustler named "Legs" who later
Died from a crack-induced heart attack
Tupac was described as
An energetic child
Welcome to the greatest theatre
It's wilder than your dreams
Representing my power
Is my mother it would seem
Wrapped up tight every night
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