Wern My Fault
by Mike Jenkins
There wuz this fuckin ard gang
Led by this bloke Vlad
(Arfta some ol rooler).
Ee didn give a toss
‘Bout trainers on wires,
Ee wan’ed more terrortree.
We wern gunna take no messin,
Ee knew t keep out –
We’d flash ower weapons.
No way ee’d risk it,
Noh even with is boyz
All tooled up an ready.
Fancied isself ee did,
Ewsed t ride orses bare-back,
Shirt off six pack.
Till one night they invaded
Ower Igh Street askin f trouble,
Shoutin theyer gobs off.
Joey goh stabbed, I cut
One of em ‘cross is face
T stop im attackin.
It wern my fault see,
I woz on’y defendin myself.
P’lice wouldn lissen.
