Lyrics

Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
Of the crooked, backstreet lovers and sons
Lawless law men walk the streets of
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day i
Ran off with your sister
A young school maid, caught up in a world of
Backstreet lovers.
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
At least that's what she said.

Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
Fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
A skin-head dad came cap in hand
With a duster and flash of switch blade fun
Still on the dole, though the picket was broken
A soiled age ago.
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
Backstreet lovers
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
At least that's what she said

Tangled in the roots and tangled in the weeds
Of a concrete jungle came that girl from leeds
In torn dress and tights,
She ain't no slag.
I won her over with a '40 bag.

I waved her away to a friend
At least that's what she said

Razor tea-cups and tip top craic
Of the crooked, backstreet lovers and sons
Lawless law men walk the streets of
Dirty meadows of foul mouthed mothers and guns
Brick blacked-up kids mugged me the day i
Ran off with your sister
A young school maid, caught up in a world of
Backstreet lovers.
Lovers and sons, I waved her away to a friend
At least that's what she said.

Rotting teeth of a grubby gran
Fill the alleys of the stolen roll-ups and blunts
A skin-head dad came cap in hand
With a duster and flash of switch blade fun
Still on the dole, though the picket was broken
A soiled age ago.
But he's caught up, caught up in a world of
Backstreet lovers
Lovers and sons