Billy - 94
Take me back to 94John Major was the prime minister
20th January 94
I was delivered
I was the youngest
The baby of the family
My first ever memory
I was crawling early in the morning
Exploring
Be mindful with the needle on the floor
Growing up poor
I was barely outdoors
A thirst to explore
On a good night we'll be eating turkey dinosaurs
I've been around everything before I could even walk
You ever seen someone going through withdrawals?
We was never really vocal
Use my imagination
Sitting around watching
My brother stacking empty beer cans
Left to our own devices
Hiding behind the sofa
When the front door's knocking
Waiting on that jiro
Otherwise dad's out robbing
I mean you gotta make a living
I'm not painting nobody in a certain light nah
Take me back to 94 eh
Take me back to 94
Take me back to 94 eh
Take me back to 94
I never saw out the front door
Staring at the wall
Looking out the window
Back in 94
Take me back to 94
I never saw out the front door
Staring at the wall
Looking out the window
Back to 94
Nobody I knew was working
That would effect my later employment
Friday to Sunday was partying
Hearing Silver Machine on repeat
A house full of druggies & alcoholics
Random strangers
You wonder why things went missing
Waking up to dried blood
Another fight breaking out
Police being called round
We call that a standard Friday night
Accidents happen like the cigarette burn on my cheek ah
I saw a certain somebody get beaten numerous times
As a kid I was thinking their only playing
Hopefully somebody can take me to school on time
Unless their sleeping
Some pervy cunt sneaked in my room whilst I was sleeping
Started undressing I must of been about four
Thank god my dad came in
I never saw the prick again
I reckon its say to sayI don't need to be wrapped up in cotton wool
Kept the pillow so long it's now gone yellow eh
Take me back to 94 eh
Take me back to 94
Take me back to 94 eh
Take me back to 94
I never saw out the front door
Staring at the wall
Looking out the window
Back in 94
Take me back to 94
I never saw out the front door
Staring at the wall
Looking out the window
Back to 94
Welcome to the real world
This ain't no dreamworld
Take me back to 94
Take me back to 94
Shit happens
Now I'm spitting these bars
I should be using this time
To drop some inspirational shit
But here we are
94
Written by:
William Brazier
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