The Dogs

This place is going to the dogs
The streets are dirty and the shops are closed
Stolen cars abandoned in the road
It's very sad and no-one wants to know
This place is going to the dogs

I used to live 'round here when I was a kid
Sorry can't tell you everything that I did
But we didn't use syringes razors and knives
Guns were for TV not for real life
Doors remained open for the welcome inside
Houses clean and tidy, shining with pride
Now the home is just a prison like never before
Locks and chains and bars and many locks on the door....

This place is going to the dogs
The streets are dirty and the shops are closed
Stolen cars abandoned in the road
It's very sad and no-one wants to know
This place is going to the dogs

Football and cricket out in the street
Saying hello to the people you meet
We were always up to something, but doing no harm
Run-outs and hiding, the Bobby on the beat
Knocking down ginger, away on your feet
I never had a gameboy or a VCR
This place is going to the dogs.

Solo

Football and cricket out in the street
Saying hello to the people you meet
We were always up to something, but doing no harm
Run-outs and hiding, the Bobby on the beat
Knocking down ginger, away on your feet
I never had a gameboy or a VCR
This place is going to the dogs.

This place is going to the dogs
The streets are dirty and the shops are closed
Stolen cars abandoned in the road
It's very sad and no-one wants to know
This place is going to the dogs