Messed Up Kids - Jake Bugg

Johnny deals a bit of blow on the side

Thinks that he’s invincible, hates a fight

Jenny walks the streets alone, she was fine

But she got kicked out of her home in hard times

The messed up kids are on the corner

With no money

They sell their time, they sell their drugs

They sell their body

And everywhere, I see a sea of empty pockets

Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets

So far away

It’s a washed out Saturday

The sky all pastel shades

Under breeze block palisades

Lights are smashed

The streets are closed in the town

Places no one really goes to hang around

Give up on us long ago with no hope

All you hear’s the cold wind blow and get stoned