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Banged up what for this time you and crime what was it this time does it matter four walls and the smell of piss again graffiti on the walls fuck them all and a blanket rough as shit and that bastard walking up and down pee cee plod Dickson of dock green you disappeared in a dream along time ago what happened to clips around the ear a bollocking and a healthy dose of fear that’s what we all live on aint it isn’t it we have to ask one another not just chase find bang and clink what about the loot don’t you want to see what can happen to it turn it into real treasure how did they get the crown jewels after all grey hair and make up not much else to worry about unlike the rest of us cant afford a car so stuck on a bus and walking the street with my dirty hands and worn out face and a feet that says thanks for that appreciate that never knew I wanted it never knew but a few people are kind and I think so many more too its just the one’s who slam the door cos the future’s to much for them to think about when theirs heads to be cracked.