I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag, I'm gonna run a mile from heren'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing and fearnAll the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low streetnWhile the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say,nYeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay,nI got the money but I need it for my dealer today.nAnd her friends are all the same and they know it's not rightnBut they were promised more from this lifennAnd they will steal and they will fightnBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynAnd they will haunt the streets at nightnBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynnShaun has an ASBO, he's only fourteen, he's tired and he's bored with the local policenThey're pricks, he says, I didn't get a second chance,nThey didn't ask why I did itnThe pigs ...nThe paedophiles playing his neck of the woods,nHe's got no safety numbers, his ASBO won't allow him to be hanging around in gangsnWhat is he to do? He's been kicked out of schoolnWhat a way to fix a fool, we are failing our youthnParents and governors can you handle the truth?nnAnd they will steal and they will fight nBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynAnd they will haunt the streets at nightnBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynThere's nothing for the kids to donnWho's to blame? The mainstream media?nOur rulers and idols get greedier and seediernThey're an embarrassment, they should be shamednFor misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blamenThey sit back and watch the evil grow from the youth club ruins where the kids used to gonTake parts of Salford in Manchester, dying on its feetnWhile the players at United get a hundred grand a weeknThe kids love them anyway, it don't make sensenWhen you have a go at me for the sake of fifty pencenEspecially when some of you so called poor kids have got the money for a digital camcordernAnd the time to film a girl whilst you spit-roast hernYou hang about the park but you don't play football nYou trouble me for money 'cos you've got to make a drug call (?)nYou've got time, you've got money but you wrap it in a joint 'cos you don't see the point in using your time for making your dreams come truenYou're all too busy trying to lose our respect for younWhy're you proud to be rude?nYou're just trying to be cool in front of your matesnThat's all that really matters when you're living in hatennAnd they will steal and they will fightnBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynAnd they will haunt the streets at nightnBecause there's nothing for the kids to do todaynnWhy do you wanna grow up, why do you wanna grow so fast and throw your youth away?nDon't throw your youth away and don't let me hear you saynThat there's nothing for the kids to do todaynThere's plenty for the kids to do todaynThere's so much for the kids to don