The neighbourhood is watching us like they’ve never done before
On little screens you will be seen
There’s nothing they’ll ignore
If The bins are late they will not wait
There will be an uproar
Please investigate and compensate
We do not want a war
Because one thing is for certain they’ll be knocking at your door

Oi oi oi

Mob mentality that’s reality murder he wrote
Call the policeman when you hear spray cans
No where left to go
Broken system kids with bricks and
Adults with smart phones
Mob mentality that’s reality
Yeah there’s really no hope

Mob mentality that’s reality
Just take a look and see

Wake up in the mornings
And I go to brush my teeth
I see out of the window there’s a crowd forming
The street
Slippers in the puddles
Soaking through there feet
Angry frowns in dressing gowns
No sign of a retreat
Barons named Karen the managers they seek
They will not rest until the coupon hits there post next week
And if you know what’s best for you you’ll just nod and agree
Just let them speak take a note and always say sorry

M O B mentality
Where the signs say slow
M O B mentality
Where the hatred grows