Mark Ramsey Gott - Inner City Boy Lyrics

Inner City Boy
Your Mother's pride and joy
Born on the bathroom floor
Your Daddy's out of the door
It's a game of chance
With no romance

You learn very soon
That you can play by the moon
Throwing stones at the van
Of the Five O man
Catch me if you can
With the Five O man

Moving on through the years
And the damage appears
You're either out on bail
Or you're in the jail
Just the same as your Dad
Only twice as bad

Now who is to blame
For this angry flame
You're inside the van
With the Five O man

Everything is the same
The generation game
All the rules are the same
The generation game