The Bristol Road is a river of stench
Some people take a sense
Of pride in where they live
For others, it defines their sense of self
For me, my local conditions
Are more a war of attrition
A battle for my sanity and health
There’s litter on the pavement
It’s never cleared away
The broken glass is evidence of fights
The vandals and the drunkards
Keep the streets in disarray
I wake to sirens every other night
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
I call it home
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
I call it home
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
There’s a rat down by our dustbin
He eats with trepidation
Perhaps he thinks we’re carrying disease
There’s a double decker bus
Its pulled up right outside my window
Now the passengers are peering in at me
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
I call it home
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
I call it home
Its not much of a place
But I call it home
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Originally Posted by Katyppfan
When Pete plays it is 100% live , your music if that's what you call it doesn't sound so good either? so you can't really critercize can you ?
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