New Cross Stomp

171 on a Friday night

Down the White Hart for a couple swift pints

A couple street creatures, a couple street fights

Some grim features with flashing blue lights

I have another and I start to lean

The local siren looking so serene

Interpretations don’t seem what they seem

Part of the package when it comes to the New Cross Stomp

Part of the package when it comes to the New Cross Stomp

The Dirty Junction that leads you down south

The famous Venue, the nutty Kent louts

The sirens spiking me with Famous Grouse

A piece of chicken hanging out of her mouth

The local wrong’uns make me start to scream

I think I maybe need a change of scene

I’ll pull a sicky, I’ll go and see Dean

Chainksa rockin’ to the sounds of the New Cross Stomp

Dirty Junction leading south, sirens spiking me with Grouse

Dirty Junction leading south, sirens spiking me with Grouse

I’m turning sideways, I’m leaving this town

I’ll do a runner, I’m not looking round

To discover what horror she’s found

The broken bottles and blood on the ground

I get a feeling that I’m not alone

I feel the poison start to take it’s toll

I fell the fingers go right round my throat

We are leaving here forever

Looking for some better weather

Marching from the SE14 (SE14)

Where our souls can ever be free

Part of the package when it comes to the New Cross Stomp

(SE14 you better keep it clean)