Crown Court - Capital Offence Lyrics
1. Sammy Skyves
geezers talk about spirit of 69
they never got a boot on the shelf side
heard about joe hawkins but them were lies
the king of the skins is sammy skyves
he done the north bank
he done the shed
he stuck a martin boot past your head
he's took your end he ain't nice
ever heard the name sammy skyves
oi oh well
sammy did you give them hell
do tell
can you hear the shelf still sing
it's rings
sammy they ask where are you now
do tell
made the front page and he made the books
face of north london no mob mistook
in the age of the skins there was only one name
that black lad sammy and his booted gang
he done the north bank
he done the shed
he stuck a martin boot past your head
he's took your end he ain't nice
ever heard the name sammy skyves
2. Blackout
all around me's smoke and mist
rows of faces and raised fists
but when you turn on the box at half past 5 o'clock
you think you seen it all, you must know the score
when it suits the suits they show the lot
who turns the camera on 'n' off
blackout
to save face
blackout
what you want to see
blackout
you're so naive
oi
you ain't seen me
if we're reported the problem stews
a thousand lookalikes try to make the news
you just grab the standard on your way home
go see if they felt like throwing the dog a bone
3. What Are You Going to Do?
hear a load of waffle from a privileged fella
about how we only need something better
never had to struggle to break his bread
never tucked his chin or turned a head
hey little rich boy what's wrong with you
scared to think your own thoughts or have a view
all's well when it don't challenge minds
just a fake attack for a gang of mimes
what are you gonna do
all bark no bite
no real view
what are you gonna do
no holds barred
in the rear view
toffee nosed accent masked in city talk
wears the clothes but can't crawl or walk
points the finger at what he thinks is wrong
ain't backing nothing just feigns a cause
approachable rebellion
leave it to us
stay at home top man
i've heard enough
4. Hated But Rated
heard so much about our lot
think you're in the game
action speaks louder than words
but you just slag our name
loose lips may sink ships
but they don't walk away
hated but rated, nothing more to say
you think your in the know
you think your all clued up
you ain't nowhere to be seen
gobbed off, got done
you say, look what you done
i say i ain't in the wrong
you say we're out of line
we were just having fun
you only see what you wanna see
going to see what you ain't wanna see
hated rated some
to be filled in don't look pretty
hated and rated is something to be
we ain't going away
5. 22
it's saturday and who do i see
it's my old friend 22
he says hello sir then inquires to
as to what i'm gonna do
well just what are we doing today
do we get a chance to put you away....
oh you're keen my good old by my good mate 22
22 is a gent i must admit,
he walks us around towns
and when i'm with my mates
he always invited more of his around
we've gone liverpool heard the anfield roar
we been sheffield 22 brought his horse
we've really seen it all
oh haven't we my good mate 22
on derby week 22 got the cheek
and came off a bit strong
he thought it was time to practise muay thai
on a lad like action man
we said 22 this will not do
so he got 24 and a few more
they brought sticks a few got nicked
oh 22
6. Brotherhood of the Banned
the meet up went tits up
you fucked up you're down
got cut off you stuck out
you're out on your own
you kicked off they grabbed you now nowhere to go
they saw you you're wrapped up are you going down
slap on the wrist or throwing the book
eating your conscience waiting in nick
is this real justice or is this a joke
banned from your life but you don't walk alone
we know what we fight for, we show what we are
all for the shamrock
green blood and black heart
brotherhood of the banned
brotherhood of the banned
pride fuels the fire that binds us in packs
justice is nothing all that we have
la the letters 13 the code
no matter the country you're always at home
7. Thames Sake
don't see light, the morning night
another day, the warmth escapes
and i remember why i feel this way
it's either this or the jsa
the razor scrapes across my face
brew down your neck and head out the gate
for a red cross in grey sky
seen my whole world on the tube line
for a skyline which is my pride
i've done this i see the light the city street see my way
found my feet no surrender you made me this way
from the first can to my first scrap
do or die, it's what you showed me
a million lives of what i could've been
see the future and the towers fall see the change
they're gonna lose it all see bricks of this old estate
see the new builds start to erase
a world which was never theirs
a place where only doers dared
a world in colour without the fake
i hope it ain't over for the thames sake
8. Breakout
it's a tribal world war with the boots
and stares, all eyes they look at you
you asked for more
when you walked through that door
the worst's about to come true
do you turn the other cheek, just admit you're weak
turn your back and then be gone, but that voice
inside says only dogs hide from a storm about to brew
it's headed for you, they're all gunning for you
keep those boots on the floor
when it breaks out
your will's concrete when he's knocked from his feet
because the plastic always crack
you shared your fate and stood by your mates
when all signs said attack
you learnt the score when he rises
from the floor, and you put him back in his place
you leave the scene when the siren sings
with a smile on your face
keep it stume with naught to prove
you done your bit so now go on
the very next night with a bevy in mind
you're back to your local haunt
now some poor young fool with nothing to lose
is trying to have you on
try to turn your cheek and have a break
but he won't change his son
breaks out
9. Disco Skins
no mess no fuss pure impact, you don't know what it means
scared to have a temper scared to rip your jeans
see you in your nice life
should have stayed at home
you ain't no cockney upstart
you just part of the fold
oooh, they're middle class
they only came to dance
the disco skins
talk about the footy, talk about your yard
but there ain't no sign of struggle
soft hands ain't calaised hard
30 sets of sta press don't make you a skin
if this were 1982 you'd probably be at home
10. Attack
like spray paint on the walls
like running on the high road
with an angry pack so mad in fact
just to say you had the balls
hello hello we're on the attack
hello hello we're at your neck
hello hello we're on the attack
hello...
see an enemy you can have
no tools no need to stab
so easy in fact, it's your attack
only fools fight fair it's the law
like octane burning heat
that hate rides so deep
smell the blood and have it all
attack attack it's yours
11. Park Lane Boys
when there's thirty at your back as you're marching down the street
with malicious heads up high and the feeling is so sweet
coppers and their truncheons they are watching every move
songs and insults flying as your status must be proved
they can shout they can talk they can act 10 men strong
but wait their face has changed with the 90 minutes gone
scum pouring out the gangways as your heels hit the lane
just like sheep to slaughter in the second fucking game
we are we are we are the park lane
this is ours, this is ours
it will never fucking change
this is ours, this is ours
we are the park lane
from the days of boots and braces to today's wasted youth
we've surrounded every take from the paxton, park and shelf
many generations but the feelings just the same
it's a long walk to the station when you fuck with the park lane
a symbol of our manor stands high upon the rise
a cockerel stands defiant against the canvas of the sky
although they always try, they can never take our bane
north london forever stands and we defend her name
12. The Province
sarge said this is bandit country
his mates in the 90s got put to sleep
except you ain't on a war, you ain't on patrol
when you're out on the piss you will get done
watch your mouth, it's all hush hush
if the baddies see you don't know much
local lads might be partial to a strangers
accent out of bounds
welcome to ulster welcome to life
they say it's over
they say alls right
witness a furness waiting a light
just watch the fires on a july night
all is quiet in the west
it ain't the 80s but we know best
we ain't popping smoke, we're just dodging spivs
don't ask where i'm from i'm just trying to live
the stories painted on the walls
pictures of a million tales see the towers reach the sky
see them burn wonder why
welcome to ulster
a lots to be said about gods country
a lots to be said about what it means to be free
i ain't the one i just saw to believe
just toed the line of the cold concrete
not what they say still a wild beast
a working class lad in the 6 counties
makin my way over the northern sea
nothing said all remains unseen
living in the province where i roam
all these walls and wire
are my home
13. Shapes of the Day
poor wild boy from the bricks and smog
thought you'd make a difference but you were so wrong
left school got a job still viewed as a yob
but you can't understand where you went wrong
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
i won't take your excuse
i won't let you fit the noose
i'm breaking the mould, i'm breaking out
dole queue son, that's where you belong
because the labour seasons just so long
can't pay rent we've spared no expense got a place
for that just keep quiet
let your young grow let them fit the mould
make them work like you right to the bone
make them shake n shiver who cares if they burn there's
always more that's what we learned
never take their word they want you as a serf
never stop believing in yourself
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
i won't take your excuse
i won't let you fit the noose
i'm breaking the mould, i'm breaking out
another day, the warmth escapes
and i remember why i feel this way
it's either this or the jsa
the razor scrapes across my face
brew down your neck and head out the gate
for a red cross in grey sky
seen my whole world on the tube line
for a skyline which is my pride
i've done this i see the light the city street see my way
found my feet no surrender you made me this way
from the first can to my first scrap
do or die, it's what you showed me
a million lives of what i could've been
see the future and the towers fall see the change
they're gonna lose it all see bricks of this old estate
see the new builds start to erase
a world which was never theirs
a place where only doers dared
a world in colour without the fake
i hope it ain't over for the thames sake
8. Breakout
it's a tribal world war with the boots
and stares, all eyes they look at you
you asked for more
when you walked through that door
the worst's about to come true
do you turn the other cheek, just admit you're weak
turn your back and then be gone, but that voice
inside says only dogs hide from a storm about to brew
it's headed for you, they're all gunning for you
keep those boots on the floor
when it breaks out
your will's concrete when he's knocked from his feet
because the plastic always crack
you shared your fate and stood by your mates
when all signs said attack
you learnt the score when he rises
from the floor, and you put him back in his place
you leave the scene when the siren sings
with a smile on your face
keep it stume with naught to prove
you done your bit so now go on
the very next night with a bevy in mind
you're back to your local haunt
now some poor young fool with nothing to lose
is trying to have you on
try to turn your cheek and have a break
but he won't change his son
breaks out
9. Disco Skins
no mess no fuss pure impact, you don't know what it means
scared to have a temper scared to rip your jeans
see you in your nice life
should have stayed at home
you ain't no cockney upstart
you just part of the fold
oooh, they're middle class
they only came to dance
the disco skins
talk about the footy, talk about your yard
but there ain't no sign of struggle
soft hands ain't calaised hard
30 sets of sta press don't make you a skin
if this were 1982 you'd probably be at home
10. Attack
like spray paint on the walls
like running on the high road
with an angry pack so mad in fact
just to say you had the balls
hello hello we're on the attack
hello hello we're at your neck
hello hello we're on the attack
hello...
see an enemy you can have
no tools no need to stab
so easy in fact, it's your attack
only fools fight fair it's the law
like octane burning heat
that hate rides so deep
smell the blood and have it all
attack attack it's yours
11. Park Lane Boys
when there's thirty at your back as you're marching down the street
with malicious heads up high and the feeling is so sweet
coppers and their truncheons they are watching every move
songs and insults flying as your status must be proved
they can shout they can talk they can act 10 men strong
but wait their face has changed with the 90 minutes gone
scum pouring out the gangways as your heels hit the lane
just like sheep to slaughter in the second fucking game
we are we are we are the park lane
this is ours, this is ours
it will never fucking change
this is ours, this is ours
we are the park lane
from the days of boots and braces to today's wasted youth
we've surrounded every take from the paxton, park and shelf
many generations but the feelings just the same
it's a long walk to the station when you fuck with the park lane
a symbol of our manor stands high upon the rise
a cockerel stands defiant against the canvas of the sky
although they always try, they can never take our bane
north london forever stands and we defend her name
12. The Province
sarge said this is bandit country
his mates in the 90s got put to sleep
except you ain't on a war, you ain't on patrol
when you're out on the piss you will get done
watch your mouth, it's all hush hush
if the baddies see you don't know much
local lads might be partial to a strangers
accent out of bounds
welcome to ulster welcome to life
they say it's over
they say alls right
witness a furness waiting a light
just watch the fires on a july night
all is quiet in the west
it ain't the 80s but we know best
we ain't popping smoke, we're just dodging spivs
don't ask where i'm from i'm just trying to live
the stories painted on the walls
pictures of a million tales see the towers reach the sky
see them burn wonder why
welcome to ulster
a lots to be said about gods country
a lots to be said about what it means to be free
i ain't the one i just saw to believe
just toed the line of the cold concrete
not what they say still a wild beast
a working class lad in the 6 counties
makin my way over the northern sea
nothing said all remains unseen
living in the province where i roam
all these walls and wire
are my home
13. Shapes of the Day
poor wild boy from the bricks and smog
thought you'd make a difference but you were so wrong
left school got a job still viewed as a yob
but you can't understand where you went wrong
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
i won't take your excuse
i won't let you fit the noose
i'm breaking the mould, i'm breaking out
dole queue son, that's where you belong
because the labour seasons just so long
can't pay rent we've spared no expense got a place
for that just keep quiet
let your young grow let them fit the mould
make them work like you right to the bone
make them shake n shiver who cares if they burn there's
always more that's what we learned
never take their word they want you as a serf
never stop believing in yourself
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
i won't take your excuse
i won't let you fit the noose
i'm breaking the mould, i'm breaking out
poor wild boy from the bricks and smog
ReplyDeletethought you'd make a difference but you were so wrong
left school got a job still viewed as a yob
but you can't understand where you went wrong
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
dole queue son, that's where you belong
because the labour seasons just so long
can't pay rent we've spared no expense got a place
for that just keep quiet
let your young grow let them fit the mould
make them work like you right to the bone
this is a construct for you and me
try to tell us the best we get is poverty
i won't take your excuse
i won't let you fit the noose
i'm breaking the mould, i'm breaking out
That is how it goes