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"All Got Our Runnins" was written by Michael Geoffrey Skinner.
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Again I step out my yard
Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord
Start chippin up the road 'cos I owe him three-weeks dough
The ships sinkin, teles on the blink
An in the pub its one beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feedin

When the quids are down try sneakin a bottle of brandy
'Round bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound
Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit
Cos they do say that havin no money forces one to make
The right choices on life each day
If you cant pay you cant play

Success hides a multitude of sins
But I aint successful and my piggy-banks still in the bin
Been there since I was a kid
Goin 'round in circles, not being careful but say
I get paid on Friday, cant wait to live life my way

Cos on the streets Im just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

Brut pocket Im back in the Burassic seat again
After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends
Brought it all on myself see, granted
Now Im scorin draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted
Hang 'round mums house to get smothered
Got no tins in the cupboard this week

Hold on to your seat cos its all gone a bit Pete
Live for the moment said he, "Wrong"
Downin beers out of my tree, now the moments passed
The cash is a distant memory

You know things are bleak when youre tellin the birds you asked out
Last week that things are busy
When really youve got no dough in the piggy
Two days after pay days clocked
And its back at The Black Dog stuffin them socks
Into pool table pockets

Cos on the streets Im just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

Im skint, got no moolah
Need to get some colour in my cheeks says mum
Thatll be my English inner city tan
Im skinny like a woman, need to get some punan through the door
"Please Sir, can I have some more?"
Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip-shop
Twenty-four garage and then for a quick top
This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option

When the quids are down
my Schott hoodies my ball gown
My essential accessory is my bad day frown cos
Life in the third-class carriage can be evil
When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel
So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave
Cos I cant pay the rent but I got
Hundred-and-nine pound pair o trainers on

'Cos on the streets Im just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets Im just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

La la la
And then this geezer turned 'round to me and said
What are you doing, you twat and I was like
What the fuck, is this, what are you saying, you div?
Oi, thats it

Songwriters
Michael Geoffrey Skinner

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PURE GROOVE MUSIC LTD

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