let's all go on an urban safari, we might see some illegal migrants. oi look, there's a chav. that means council housed and violent. he's got a hood on, give him a hug. on second thought, don't, you don't wanna get mugged. oh shit, too late, that was kinda dumb. whose idea was that? stupid. he's got some front, 'aint we all? be the joker, play the fool. what's politics, ain't it all? smoke and mirrors, april fools all year round all in all. just another brick in the wall. get away with murder in the schools. use four letter swear words cause we're cool. we're all drinkers, drug takers. every single one of us burns the herb. keep on believing what you read in the papers, council estate kids; scum of the earth. think you know how life on a council estate is from everything you've ever read about it or heard. well it's all true, so stay where you're safest. there's no need to step foot out of the 'burbs. truth is here we're all disturbed. we cheat and lie, it's so absurd. feed the fear that's what we've learned. fuel the fire, let it burn. you could get lost in this concrete jungle. new builds keep springing up outta nowhere. take the wrong turn down a one way junction, find yourself in the hood nobody goes there. we got an eco-friendly government, they preserve our natural habitat. built an entire olympic village around where we live without pulling down any flats. give us free money and we don't pay any tax. nhs healthcare, yes please many thanks. people get stabbed 'round here, there's many shanks. nice knowing someone's got our backs when we get attacked. don't bloody give me that, i'll lose my temper. who closed down the community center? i kill time there, used to be a member. what will i do now until september? school's out, rules out, get your bloody tools out. london's burning, i predict a riot. fall in, fall out. who knows what it's all about. what did that chief say? something 'bout the kaisers. kids on the street, no they never miss a beat, never miss a cheap thrill when it comes their way. let's got looting, no not luton. the high street's closer, cover your face. and if we see any rich kids on the way we'll make 'em wish they stayed inside. here's a charge for congestion, everybody's gotta pay. do what boris does… rob em blind. we've had it with you politicians, you bloody rich kids never listen. there's no such thing as broken britain. we're just bloody broke in britain. what needs fixing is the system, not shop windows down in brixton. riots on the television. you can't put us all in prison. oi! i said oi! what you looking' at, you little rich boy? we're poor 'round here, run how and lock your door. don't come 'round here no more, you could get robbed for. real, cause my manors ill. my manors ill, for real. yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill.