Plan B, John Cooper Clarke - Pity the Plight lyrics

Pity the fate of young fellows
Too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments
Oh, look on their sorrows and weep
They don't get a moment's reflection
There's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows
Regard all their worries and cry
Their Christian mothers were lazy, perhaps
Leaving it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is hazy, perhaps
And the climate oppressively cruel
Give me one acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant regret
Pity the fate of young fellows
And their anxious attempts to forget

Chris: So you're the badman
That killed Kirby yeah? Jake: yeah
Chris: And that little girl yeah?
Jake: I didn't mean to kill her
It was an accident
Chris: Do you know who that girl was though?
Jake: pause- Nah chris: My fucking sister!
Marcel: Chris man, just allow it
Chris: Don't tell me to fucking allow it
You don't fucking know me

These are the tears of a
Thug like murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud
For his father's daughter his half sister
He felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and
Her dad died even poorer
Separated until she was eight years old
He knew as soon as he saw
Her that he adored her
So now he's baying for blood with a bora
And an automatic weapon Smith And Wesson
That'd split a fucking hole
In your chest length
He's been looking to corner the
Perpetrators responsible for a killing
Now that he's finally got them
Where he wants them
Blood will start spilling
The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling
The blanket of stars above their heads in
The sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing down on them as
The terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the
Two open to his suggestion
Only thirteen years old pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very
Harsh and depressing lesson

Chris: Here, stab him up do it!
Marcel: Jake bruv, just, come on
Jake: I can't, I can't do that
Chris: How the fuck do you
Think you got here?
How the fuck do you think
I know where you live?
He offered to kill you earlier - for me!
Jake: What!? Marcel
You set me up?! Fucking talk to me bruv!
Chris: That's it, get mad!
Jake: You fucking-, you fucking used me bruv!
Marcel: I didn't tell you to fucking kill her

These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
Crying tears as thick as blood cause
His elders set him up
To take the fall and now he's stuck
With no way of getting out
Cause even if there was a way
He'd still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets
Are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupted and
So easily fucked with
Only leads to destruction in
The end false assumptions
That people have your back makes
You believe they're your friends
Although some represent no one can be trusted
One double-O percent cause some thugs
Will go to lengths to get revenge
Even if it means manipulating
Youths to carry skengs
And do the dirty work for them
The kind of work for men
That are with the darkest pasts
Not impressionable young children that
Never had a chance
Growing up in these manors most
Are doomed from the start
Cause the minds of their peers are
As ill as their hearts

Chris: Get mad jake: You fucking dickhead
You fucking skank! Chris: Do it!

Pity the fates of young fellows
Too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments
Oh, look on their sorrows and weep
They don't get a moment's reflection
There's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows
Regard all their worries and cry

Chris: That's it, that's it you
Done good you done good
You know? You're a badman now put
Your head up like a
Badman! This is where you want
To be! Look at me