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Steven Harris


Braunstone Town


The Braunstone Estate
the rumours they flow
all the people says it's a no go
you tell them where your from
and they laugh in your face
they all say avoid that place
you try to explain that it aint that bad
but they wont listen not even a tad.

People says theres stabbings everyday
but you say there rumours
not truth to it okay
but they don't stop talking about old Braunstone Town
they say its not funny not even for a clown.

You say your from their and they want to leave
they want to run for the door
and leave their seat
yap and yap about the rumours
everyones a criminal
even the police
chap why don't you have a look
don't worry you need a book
there just rumours thats all
just don't go over the park anytime sooner.

It's just rumours it aint that bad
it's just like everywhere else
everyones just as sad
yes we have a burnt out car like everyone else
but don't worry we have a dirty old bar aswell.

Sell, Sell, Sell out the back of white vans
all the old slags looking for a tan
tracksuits and shell suits ride on bikes
they all come up to you looking for a light.

Dont worry it's not that bad
just understand everyones a dad
it's just the same as everywhere else
Braunstone Town aint nothing to blame
people are ignorant
yes this is true
but not as bad as you
for not looking for the truth.

It's not that bad i promise
I come from there and i'm ok
I don't wear a tracksuit or have spikey hair
i'm just a lad from Braunstone i'm not that bad at all
i'm just like most of them though
I didnt go to school.

I don't hang out with the idiots though
but i'm just like them
i'm trying to get out too
don't listen to the rumours there all lies
even if i'm trying to get out
i'll look back and sigh
old Braunstone Town the place i was raised
and i'll always be ready for one more chase

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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