Brewster

Where you going now our David?

Dont be late now our David

And all his friends say they want to act that way

Cant understand why you want to act that way

And when you try to tell him he goes

Davy boy youre such a silly little boy

Why dont you think about your mother all alone

Shes waiting for your call shes waiting, shes tired, shes bored

Why dont you go home

He gets it all from his fathers blood

Who used to be a casual, as casual as they come

Now hes gone to live in Liverpool

And David does whatever David sees

Hell give you a good kicking and hell bring you down to your knees

If you dont believe in what he does

And all his friends say they want to act that way

Cant understand why you want to act that way

And when you try to tell him he goes

Why cant you see its not big and its not clever

To be fighting battles when your only cause

Is entertainment, cause you get so frustrated

Oh Davy boy hes found a brand new toy

Hes gone from playing in the rubbish bins, smashing all the windows in, fighting in car parks

Now hes fucking up the flat he calls home

Why dont you go home