Pub time or is it club time
The barmaids are your favourite type, you just want one tonight
Long street, unceasin' long street
You see the chunder of disgustin' winos, smelly pants on whacky beggars
This club ain't near enough for the likes of us
If it ain't free we're gonna leave.

Plying, her trade she's plying
And if she seems a mess it's clear how she chose her career
Smackhead, a mental smackhead
We think that crack is cruel an' sombre gear, it's hard on people that are using
Her will ain't strong enough to drop the stuff
So this is all she can achieve.

Duly, egged on in some way
You trundle up to her today and you ask her to play
Tart meat, she is a deadbeat
But twenty lunatics get hold of you, they want your money or they'll beat you
These guys are big an' tough an' I've had enough
It's not for me, I wanna leave.

Glower, they really glower
And by their look you guessed they were to be mean and unfair
Skinheads, aggressive skinheads
The pain is searin' as they force you down, the bullies seem to run this town
This town is far too rough an' I've had enough
It's not for me, I've gotta leave.

Senses, you've lost your senses
It's them whore girls who make you frown, she set you up to go down
Dead meat, you could be dead meat
We know that this town is too big an' rough, too big an' rough for men like us
This town is too big an' rough, too big an' rough for men like us
I just wanna leave.