[00:00.00]Pity The Plight -Plan B /John Cooper Clarke
[00:12.179]Picture the face of your fellows
[00:14.770]Too long a bed with no sleep
[00:17.78]With their complex romantic attachments
[00:19.874]All look on their sorrows and weep
[00:22.531]They don't get a moment's reflection
[00:25.196]There's always a crowd in their eye
[00:28.155]Pity the plight of young fellows
[00:30.572]Regard all their worries and cry
[00:33.290]Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps
[00:36.224]Leaving it up to the school
[00:38.448]Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
[00:40.865]And the climate oppressively cool
[00:44.130]Give me some acre of cellos
[00:46.802]Pitched at some distant regret
[00:49.392]Pity the fate of young fellows
[00:51.751]And their anxious attempts to forget
[01:16.410]These are the tears of a thug like murky water
[01:18.780]Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter
[01:21.490]His half-sister he felt obliged to support her
[01:24.74]Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer
[01:26.618]Separated until she was 8years old
[01:28.232]He knew as soon as he saw her
[01:29.729]That he adored her so he's baying for blood with a borer
[01:31.956]And an automatic weapon Smith Weston
[01:34.753]That'd split a f**king hole in your chest
[01:36.407]Then he's been looking to corner
[01:37.749]The perpetrators responsible for a killing
[01:39.815]Now he's finally got 'em where he wants 'em
[01:41.546]Blood will start spilling
[01:42.513]The atmosphere in the air
[01:43.818]Tonight is chilling
[01:44.598]The blanket of stars above
[01:45.763]Their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
[01:48.41]Slowly crushing down on 'em as the terror starts progressing
[01:50.663]That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
[01:53.218]Only 13years old pubescent adolescent
[01:55.715]About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson
[02:30.995]These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
[02:33.202]Crying tears as thick as blood
[02:34.568]'Cause his elder set him up
[02:35.707]To take the fall and now he's stuck
[02:37.130]With no way of getting out
[02:38.488]'Cause even if there was a way he'd still
[02:40.270]Want to vent this anger out
[02:41.491]Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
[02:43.886]Young minds get corrupt even so easily f**ked
[02:46.411]That only leads to destruction in the end
[02:48.508]False assumptions that people have your back makes
[02:50.446]You believe their your friends
[02:51.829]All though some represent no one can be trusted
[02:54.491]One double O per-cent 'cause some thugs will go to lengths
[02:56.936]To get revenge
[02:58.254]Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins
[03:01.134]And do the dirty work for them
[03:02.456]The kind of work for men
[03:03.698]That route the dark is past
[03:05.134]Not impressionable young children that never had a chance
[03:07.689]Growing up in his manor's most are doomed from the start
[03:10.568]'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts