Rats in the sewers

I grew up in the urban scrawl
Being made to crawl
Like rats in the sewers
So we rebelled against it all
No one really wants to live in building dirty and grey
No one wants to live in neighbourhoods that are not safe
So we would dye our hair and we would wear torn T – shirts
And zippy bondage trousers
Sang of bloody revolutions
And tearing down the system
Urban life is not glamour life as some make out
Except for the rich types who decided to carve out
Pockets of wealthy communities
In Brixton, Camden Town and Silver Street,
And there they sit sipping lattes
While there are homeless live in rough
To many have nothing, while others have too much
Now although they do not like
The rats still exist
Living in those areas, most others would not live
And although the voice of anarchy and punk has died down a bit
In the hearts and minds of us we will not forgive
Being made to crawl and beg
Barely able to survive
You systems and you’re ivory towers will one day be torn down.