Let's take a dive through my home estate,
a place I've tried to escape since my first brainwave.
I'll show you flat roofs and wayward avenues,
shopping trolleys that become steeds at two in the morning
next to mowed down greenery lying abandoned due to overuse.
I used to deliver newspapers along this route.
This spot, right here, has a great Wrekin view.
Back in my youth, it reminded me of you -
new roads, new horizons, new people to meet.
Let's keep moving to the end of the street
where a house is sent letters from the wicked government,
asking a mother if she's recovered from her own ill head.
Like her bed is four-poster when she can barely pay rent.
Her pathway displays a name written in cement.
Our descent continues with the drop-offs at Maccies.
A clock towers over us while we're waiting for taxis
to take us out of this place and onto higher plains
with house party nights and endless summer days.
But our dreams remain chained like bicycle frames,
The keys are locked away, we pray
in cars under stars, they say
we can be anything we want to be.
Such as royalty, or prime minister of this great country,
if we work as hard as anyone who's born into money.
So we hunt for hidden weaponry, hoping they see our cannon fire
and where spirits only fade, there will one day be a parade.

Slayer
Out the big four wallet
That's the one I am missing
At the time that was ok
Through the thrash metal *******
Megadeth just once
At Donnington
The kings Metallica
There in 87
Then 91
And then Black Album
And Anthrax of course
The New York pranksters
Saw em twice
In two very different circumstances
Like the metal lickers in 87
On just before em
Then the next year
In my home town
With so little decorum
The ******
In the pool
At the Royal Court
Some ******* broke
Into their bus
With only one thought
To rob guitars
And though they showed little fuss
You could tell they were ******
They played less than an hour
And they haven't been back since.