THESE STREETS

LYRICS

I remember these streets, oh how could I forget?
I grew up round here, by the barbers and the vets
We used trees and lampposts for football nets
We played Beyblade in the pub car park until the sunset

I grew up on these streets
I fell down on these streets
Lived my life on these streets
Don't wanna die on Woodseats

Being raised in a place that doesn't care about your future
You start growing in a skin that doesn't really suit ya
'Til one day it's cocaine and headaches and heartbreak
You can't try to tell me it's cuter
To be maturing in a trap that doesn't care about your future

I grew up on these streets
I fell down on these streets
Lived my life on these streets
Don't wanna die on Woodseats

There's silence on the street and the bus is always empty
The newsagents shut down and the pub is now a Sainsbury's
Life's moved on but the only thing that scares me
Is if I die here on these streets, then I'll never be escaping

I grew up on these streets
I fell down on these streets
Lived my life on these streets
Am I gonna die on Woodseats?

Don't wanna die on Woodseats
Don't wanna die on Woodseats
Don't wanna die on Woodseats
Don't wanna die on Woodseats