Nothing For The Kids

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I'm gonna p[E]ack up my troubles in my o[A]ld kit-bag, I'm gonna r[B]un a mile from here
'Cos the AS[E]BO generation make t[A]his a terror nation fu[B]ll of loathing and fear
All the ble[A]ary-eyed boys getting high on the low street
While the g[E]irls lift clothes down the high street and they say,
"[A]Yeah I know, I know it's wr[B]ong but I can't be bothered to p[Cm]ay,
I got the money but I n[B]eed it for my dealer t[A]oday."
And her friends are all the same and they k[B]now it's not right
But t[Cm]hey were promised mo[B]re from this life

And t[E]hey will steal and t[A]hey will fight
Because there's no[B]thing for the kids to do today
And th[E]ey will haunt the st[A]reets at night
Because there's not[B]hing for the kids to do today

Sha[E]un has an ASBO, he's on[A]ly fourteen, he's ti[B]red and he's bored with the local police
"They're pr[E]icks," he says, "I did[A]n't get a second chance,
They di[B]dn't ask why I did it"
The pi[A]gs p 'n' c'in for puttin up his hood
and paedop[E]hiles playing his neck of the woods,
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H[Cm]e's got no safety in numbers, his ASBO won't allow him to be hanging around in gangs
W[B]hat is he to do? He's been ki[A]cked out of school
What a way to fix a fool, we are fai[B]ling our youth
P[Cm]arents and governors can you h[B]andle the truth?

And t[E]hey will steal and t[A]hey will fight
Because there's no[B]thing for the kids to do today
And th[E]ey will haunt the st[A]reets at night
Because there's not[B]hing for the kids to do today

There's nothing for the kids to do

Wh[E]o's to blame? The ma[A]instream media?
Our rul[B]ers and idols get greedier and seedier
T[E]hey're an embarrassment, th[A]ey should be shamed
For misgui[B]ding our youth, they're the ones to blame
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They sit bac[E]k and watch the evil grow from the youth club ruins where the kids used to go
T[A]ake parts of Salford in Manchester, dyi[B]ng on its feet
While the pl[Cm]ayers at United get a hun[B]dred grand a week
The k[E]ids love them anyway, it don't make sense
When you ha[A]ve a go at me for the sake of fifty pence
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Especially whe[A]n some of you so called "poor kids" have got the money for a digital camcorder
And the t[B]ime to film a girl whilst you spit-roast her
You h[E]ang about the park but you d[A]on't play football
You tro[B]uble me for money 'cos you've got to make a drug call (?)
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You've got time, you'v[A]e got money but you wr[B]ap it in a joint 'cos you don't see the
in using your time for making your
dreams come t[Cm]rue
You're all too busy trying to lo[B]se our respect for y[A]ou

Why're you proud to be rude?
You're just t[B]rying to be cool in front of your mates
That's a[Cm]ll that really matters when y[B]ou're living in hate

And t[E]hey will steal and t[A]hey will fight
Because there's no[B]thing for the kids to do today
And th[E]ey will haunt the st[A]reets at night
Because there's not[B]hing for the kids to do today

[A]Why do you wanna grow up, why do you wanna grow so f[B]ast and throw your youth away?
[A]Don't throw your youth away[B] and don't let me hear you say
That there's no[E]thing for the kids to do today

There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's s[Cm]o much for the kids to do