Leave The City And Come Home

So here you are in Hoxton two years on
Since you left that little no where that you're from
First few weeks you stayed with your ex
Same old arguments but without the sex

Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap
Every weekend police tape in the street
Wiry-looking kids hoods up eyes down
Weave their bikes through the arty crowd

Now they're squaring up
"What phone you got bruv"?
Yeah they're gonna give you grief
You still get home in one piece

In the bar your mates spot a celebrity
But you're not fussed by the gay guy on CBBC
Limos ferry hen nights to the West End
The night is dragging its heels till the end

Now he's in your face
"Got any drugs on you mate"?
You get out for some peace
Still get home by half-three

See now you're home
Crashing out in your coat
Jet-lagged from the night bus
Planning your escape

No point in trying to act all hard
As the kids take the piss when as walk past
No sane place left to go
Your mates aren't meant to start this aggro

Now you're tearing up
Just need one night off
Get out of this in one peace
And come home for some sleep

Now you're home
Crash out in your coat
Jet lagged from the night bus
And plan your escape