West End Riot Lyrics - The Living End - The Living End

There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west 

There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest 

Every week they would meet in the street with their friends 

With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to 

Their death 

This time we'll have victory 

Last time ended in a defeat 

Our town becomes a battleground 

West End Riot 

We'll be here next Saturday 

With our guns and our heads held high 

So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time 

See a bum on the street that you think you recognise 

Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high 

Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late 

Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates 

Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise 

Never used to talk about the future 

Never thought that we'd have to care 

So west end riot! 

There's a man who was born in the west workin' at a factory 

There's a man from the east who know runs the whole company 

How they've grown on their own not like the kids they used to be 

Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories