ill Manors (a cappella) Songtext
von Plan B

Let′s all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oi, look, there's a chav
That means council housed and violent
He′s got a hoodie on, give him a hug
On second thoughts, don't, you don't wanna get mugged
Oh shit, too late, that was kinda dumb
Whose idea was that?
Stupid cunt, he′s got some front
Ain′t we all? Be the joker, play the fool
It's politics, ain′t it all?
Smoke and mirrors, April Fools'
All year round, all in all
Just another brick in the wall Get away with murder in the schools
Use four letter swear words cause we′re cool
We're all drinkers, drug takers
Every single one of us buns the herb
Keep on believing what you read in the papers
Council estate kids, scum of the earth
Think you know what life on the council estate is
From everything you′ve ever read about it or heard?
Well it's all true, so stay where you're safest
There′s no need to step foot out the ′burbs
Truth is, here we're all disturbed
We cheat and lie, it′s so absurd
Feed the fear, that's what we′ve learnt
Fuel the fire, let it burn


Oi, I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don′t come round here no more, you could get robbed for real
Yeah, because my mind is ill, my mind is ill
For real, yeah, you know my mind is ill, my mind is ill

You could get lost in this concrete jungle
New builds keep springing up out of nowhere
Take the wrong turn down a one-way junction
Find yourself in the hood, nobody goes there
We got an eco-friendly government
They preserve our natural habitat
Built an entire Olympic village
Around where we live about, pulling down any flats
Give us free money and we don't pay any tax
NHS healthcare? Yes please, many thanks
People get stabbed round here, there's many shanks
Nice knowing someone′s got our back when we get attacked
Don′t bloody give me that, I'll lose my temper
Who closed down the community centre?
I killed time there, used to be a member
What will I do now until September?
School′s out, rules out, get your bloody tools out
London's burning, I predict a riot
Fall in, fall out, who knows what it′s all about?
What did that chief say? Something 'bout the Kaiser′s
Kids on the street, no, they never miss a beat
Never miss a cheap thrill when it comes their way
Let's go looting, no, not Luton
The high street's closer, cover your face
And if we see any rich kids on the way
We′ll make ′em wish they stayed inside
There's a charge for congestion everybody′s gotta pay
Do what Boris does, rob them blind

Oi, I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don′t come round here no more, you could get robbed for real
Yeah, because my mind is ill, my mind is ill
For real, yeah, you know my mind is ill, my mind is ill

Oi, oi, oi, oi
We've had it with you politicians
Oi, oi, oi, oi
You bloody rich kids never listen
Oi, oi, oi, oi
There′s no such thing as broken Britain
Oi, oi, oi, oi
We're just bloody broke in Britain
Oi, oi, oi, oi
What needs fixing is the system
Not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots on the television
You can't put us all in prison
Oi!

Oi, I said Oi!
What you looking at, you little rich boy?
We′re poor round here, run home and lock your door
Don′t come round here no more, you could get robbed for real
Yeah, because my mind is ill, my mind is ill
For real, yeah, you know my mind is ill, my mind is ill