Menacing Lads of Brickfield

Here comes those boys
they're different they say
their mother's dress them strange
perhaps they're gay
We'll be bigger men
If we chase them down
and let them know 
they're not welcome in this town

here comes those boys
bout who we fuss
look in the mirror
they are a lot like us
wearing dated clothing
that their older brothers wore
unsure of what they want
but still asking for more

We are what we claim to despise
A rag-tag bunch of sissies
masquerading as tuff guys....
sooner or later
they'll see through our disguise
and figure out that bullies
are really the nice guys

We're the bad boys on the street
In our dirty uniforms
scaring everyone we meet
we're the cool kids in town
just stay out of our way
and hope we don't come around....

Ooo....ooo...
that's right
menacing lads of Brickfield
with warm dinner every night
ooo.ooo.
o.k.
we will remember you 
and come back another day!

Climbing over fences
hiding in trash bins
Trying not to hurt ourselves
Cause mums know where we've been
We here to sit the world straight
we're not alright with you
and your not right with anyone
of us
within our motley crew!

Ooo...ooo...
that's right
menacing lads of Brickfield
just looking for a fight
ooo...ooo...
o.k.
don't try to prove how tough you are
why don't you?
Just walk away.

Menacing lads of Brickfield
we're not a bunch of cads
just a bunch of young men
who love their mums and dads

Menacing lads of Brickfield
we'll break into your car
and everything we stand against
that is who.....
we
are.

male British accent, poetic melocholic 80s jangle post punk pop, jangly lead guitar riffs, melodic bass