skin as thick as the blood on my teeth
ripping through hearts at outrageous top speed
holding secrets close but my frenemies closer
mind is split in two, where i'm born, on the coast o'
southend, the estuary with smoke in my hair
piss and weed and no one could care
less about the thick skin that doesn't need to mend
here in the fog-like air of southend
born as a night owl,
huntsman on the prowl
for the foxes, the innocent lets party in the street
readied to the peircing sound of defeat
familiar of the rustling sound of our feet
on the sea shore, the sand, crusting our lungs
hoodies, ribena just tryna have fun
it's like london, without towers
hyde park, without flowers
sea air running through our bones
energy making ouselves blow
so here's to the town that we'll never forget
here's to the history that in stone is set
here's to the drugees screaming i hate southend!
and that's why i'll live here until the very end.
