Bradford

We're fearing beatings
from punks,
and drunks cheating,
the dangers
of spare change jingling,
I'm wearing the same
clothes
as you,
it must be
nineteen eighty two
Zombies
in crombies,
causing frowns,
in once brothers worn,
slightly torn,
hand me downs
Town beckons
hecklers reckoning,
night bus catching,
bottle clutching heathens
heaving,
scathing looks
from chucked up guts
in alleys,
and gullies,
dark streets sullied,
we're hiding frowns
worried about bullies,
in this home,
our northern town