Seven minutes of duration
Broken window, stolen car
Someone sleeping at the back
All the floor, full of bones
Chicken, turkey, parts of phones
Bus smells just like chicken
Pack of fries halfway eaten
Bag of peanuts on the floor
Used trousers; I count four
No wheellie bins, front door with bags
Foxes scavenge while they have a fag
Watch your step in the morning
Piles of s***; just a warning
Is it human, is it dog's?
Not a scene from a catalogue
I saw a man sh*tting round the corner
Fights on the street and professional mourners*
Christmas trees on the curb
I just heard somebody burp
It's not bulls*it, all true story
It's my street. All full of glory
But that really is another story
*couldnt find another better word to rhyme with Corner.
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