Growing up in the shires
Torn between a sheep and a tree
Had to get out of there
Racist faces
Born into places
Generation breeding hate
From lack of exposure
Fear of stepping
Outside of the enclosure
The smell of spice
Aint so nice
Scratch cards not enough
Health standards dropping
Its all too much
To buy the die
To roll and sigh
Slit my throat
I'll never die
Growing up in the shires
Torn between a sheep and a tree
Had to get out of there
Cut my tie
Growing up in the shires
Born above the coal that we'd dig
Family spread
Around and dead