Spraypaint Backalley

Down a spraypaint backalley, I look up at the sky And I see through red eyes The seagulls wheel around and around Worn out couches and fridges, and mongrel dogs roam free There are rags and there are riches Inside this head for me We drink cheap English cider, and smoke hashish from North Africa. I've been tryin' to get the mix right, But I haven't got it right tonight. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh... I've a fifteen year old moustache, I'm so desperate for to be a man. People tell me to shave it off, If I shave it I'm a boy again. Watch my father and my brother, Fixing old cars. And their rough oil stained hands, Are skilled and scarred. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh... Behind this big rusty shed door There's a punch bag and a clapped out car As the car sits on breeze blocks The punch bag takes some heavy shots Down the lane way sniffin' petrol I thought pebbledash was snow As I stumbled in a blizzard The pain inside me disappeared Cross the city down the alleys A thousand kids like me They are watching through red eyes The flock of little birds gracefully gliding by Ooh, Ooh, Ooh... Fought in the lane, lost in the lane Swallowed the shame, then I fought again Fought in the lane, cried in the lane Swallowed the pain, then I fought again Fell in the lane, got back up in the lane Died in the lane, and came alive again We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars... the stars, ooh the stars, the stars.