It's six in the morning and this corner's getting cold

Occasional faces but they all look too old

And all the others have gone safely back home

Mystical moneyless or somewhere on their own

And it's a gas

They're searching around looking for someone to harass

And they don't like your face

Well you'd better run away or get out of this place

And they're speeding their balls off getting nicked for petty crimes

The clerk of the court says you're a problem of the times

Probation officer he gives me his word

Says he's on my side but he's a stupid bloody turd

I couldn't care less

As he babbles on to me about the way I'm in a mess

You don't hurt me

Well you may have a salary but at least I'm still free

And sooner or later you know something's gonna come

To get us off our feet and get us off our bum

But until that day arrives we'll go back to our room

Play the guitars though they're all out of tune

And it's sod me sod you

And sod the people who tell us what to do

I know we're right

So get up off the streets we're gonna need you tonight

I said get up off the streets we're gonna need you tonight.