Chavs and choons….!

I’m usually in the car listening to one of my eclectic albums, as I do, and today I thought I’d slap the album “Attack Decay Sustain Release” from my friends and musical geniuses Golden Section. I met these lads a while back when they supported Scouting For Girls, and only recently they decided to go on hiatus for a while, only days after they released another quality EP.

Often I don’t really take note of the meaning of lyrics in songs, and I just think the syllables are there to match that of the beat - however one of their songs called “With Violence” really caught my attention, not only for their interesting take on the subject matter - chavs, but also for the downright accuracy in describing these 21st century parasites. So, given my recent blogging and annoyance at this breed, I thought it was pretty damn apt to give you a chance to listen to what I think is a very very good song…

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They just wanted a hit, they just needed a fix - no excuse
Can’t trust them now, can’t be left on their own - they’re liars
They’ve stolen your car, they’ve messed up your day - it’s “our” fault
Vandalising a bus, vandalising a train - it’s a “night out”.

Misunderstood in shadows, far from the path they should take
I can’t forgive their mistakes, they say it’s youth - it’s evil

To be understood with violence
Restart it and load up again, it’s only a matter of time
Before this tracksuit army disperses

Years of care down the pan, they will work where they can - it’s hopeless
Vandalising a bus, vandalising a train - it’s a “night out”
I can’t forgive their mistakes, hey say it’s youth, it’s evil

To be understood with violence
Restart it and load up again, it’s only a matter of time
Before this tracksuit army disperses

No streets are safe, all lights are out
They’re hunting in packs with their gold baseball caps
They’ll be smoking some pot by your local One Stop
They’ll spit on the floor as you walk through the door
And with their vicious stare you’ll wish that you weren’t there

Restart it and load up again, it’s only a matter of time
Before things move on, we’re tired of these wasters

Well you’ll just be driving along
They’ll be right behind you with their full beams on
Twinkle twinkle neon lights
Follow by the hisp, their pneumatic bliss

There are no words to describe how much I feel so ashamed to be part of this,
This noble nation, this standard country

They say there’s nothing to do, I say they’ve got no clue - try reading
They just wanted a hit, I’ll give you a tip - they’re northern
They say it’s youth, it’s evil

To be understood with violence
Restart it and load up again, it’s only a matter of time
Before this tracksuit army disperses

Chavs that wear the jumper shirt combo

Toko stinking of crap