Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on (Come On, Join) The High Society LP

Sitting Tennant

Taking a look at the sign outside where I live
For sale, occupied and with no chane of moving
I'm black blue and bruising
From that two bit, lowdon, loser off my street
'Cos I want something to take away with me

I moved around to beat the tax
Made sure I covered all my tracks
I hardly see my mother
I got the council on my collar
The're taking liberties with all that my life lacks

'Cos I want something to take away with me
The law is too slow and I want my home
So just let me go this time

My rent, one month too late, I'm dead
He pulled a gun, cried and held it to my head
I wet myself when he screamed
He kept telling me he was only 16
But he'd spent all of my money I'd called rent

Pick out your words
'Cos here's our weight of weakness
We can't play your reggae
'Cos we're only white kids

And I can't stand the way that you hit me
But I'm hungry for your help
And I can't sympathise with the way that you think now
'Cos it's wrong and it's dumb
What have you done this time?
You're getting me wrong this time