East 21st Street
Search for the mouth where the mouth could be
Throw it around in the ankle deep
Crying skint and scant for sure
Roaming around like they know the score
Bats on kites from what I can see
Floating about at the height of knees
Finding truth in the slide and spores
Breathing down how you like no more
Fight
Go
Strike
Flow
Flavour of the evening breeze
Wander in on the hand and seize
Floating out til you reach the core
Magnified to reveal the poor
On the streets with hell to pay
Switchblades and graffiti spray
We named our gang The Meteors
Tore our sleeves to settle scores so
Fight
Go
Strike
Flow
Fight
Go
Strike
Flow