Is the day I felt a real disgrace
looking straight at fifteen Skinheads
standing in my drape coat red
Aldgate East Station the chosen sight
surrounded by foe and ready to fight
shouting “come on you scum”
full of mouth, ready for fun
turned to friends behind but there were none
they all ran off and left me as one
running at the thugs, what a mug
tooled up ‘meathead’ done his job
whacked me hard the sluggish slob
broken jaw for a loud mouthed yob
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