Him next door is a loser and a thief,nI’ve never known a man give his Mrs so much grief. nI’ve seen him selling razors in the pubs on county road,nAnd I’ve heard him tell local dealer that he’ll get what he’s owed.nnThis used to be such a nice place to live,nFamily’s with children and advice to give,nThe likes of his like just bring the rest of us down,nNow my neighbourhood’s called ‘the rough end of town’nnAnd me ma’ can’t afford a new place,nSo she has to make do and just hide her face.nThe kids on the corner causing drunken disorder,nYou can tell them to behave but I guarantee they’ll just ignore yer.nnWhat happened to my home?nThe place where I grew up? nThe place we played heads an’ volley’s on Mick’s back gates,nWhat happened to this street?nThe place where we hung around?nThe place I used to play out all night with me mates.nnHer facing ours is always up the wall,nShe’s got three middle aged sons and they all do fuck all.nI’ve seen her buying milk with the vouchers off the dole,nAnd I’ve heard a little rumour that she’s out on parole.nnThis used to be a lovely suburban street,nWhere children played cops and robbers and lovers used to meet.nBut all the new crowd do is bring it down,nNow I despise the fact that it’s called ‘the rough end of town’ nnAnd me ma’ can’t afford a new place,nSo she has to make do and just hide her face.nThe kids on the corner causing drunken disorder,nYou can tell them to behave but I guarantee they’ll just ignore yer.nnWhat happened to my home?nThe place where I grew up? nThe place we played heads an’ volley’s on Mick’s back gates,nWhat happened to this street?nThe place where we hung around?nThe place I used to play out all night with me mates.nn nn nn