Sneaking in the daylight, crawling throught the night
Why do they always follow for their ultimate prize?
Did you ever have a mother? Did you ever have a son?
Would they like to see you and what you have become?
Planting all your evil, with the seeds of your filth
Why do they always end up in the street where I live?
Let them live on water, surrounded by the sounds
Of the deeds that they have done drowning in their scum
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers, and you torture our kids
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers and you torture our kids
Sneaking in the daylight, crawling throught the night
Why do they always follow for their ultimate prize?
Did you ever have a mother? Did you ever have a son?
Would they like to see you and what you have become?
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers, and you torture our kids
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers and you torture our kids
Safe heaven for the wicked, no justice for the poor
Our kids are put in danger for the benefit of who?
A man has a choice of neighbours but his friends are few
Democratic decisions by the man in black
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers, and you torture our kids
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers and you torture our kids
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers, and you torture our kids
Never live in Chelsea or the backyards of the rich
Just working class mothers and you torture our kids
