Kiddy and left by James Josiah


It’s a ring road so you can’t get lost
Doors are at seven
First band on at half past
Curfew is eleven
Hour an a half there
An hour back if you put your foot down
Sweaty and giddy
Ears still ringing
Knowing tomorrow is gonna suck
Back to the real world
Six til two shifts
Football banter in the fag shed
Radio One on the tannoy
The black stamp fading on your hand
The city sounds like freedom to me
An escape from drudgery
Check one
One two
One two
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