Standard (EADGBE)

 I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag, I'm gonna run a mile from here

 'Cos the ASBO generation make this a terror nation full of loathing and fear

 All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street

 While the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say,

 "Yeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay,

 I got the money but I need it for my dealer today."

 And her friends are all the same and they know it's not right

 But they were promised more from this life

 And they will steal and they will fight

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

 And they will haunt the streets at night

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

 Shaun has an ASBO, he's only fourteen, he's tired and he's bored with the local police

 "They're pricks," he says, "I didn't get a second chance,

 They didn't ask why I did it"

 The pigs p 'n' c'in for puttin up his hood

 and paedophiles playing his neck of the woods,

 He's got no safety in numbers, his ASBO won't allow him to be hanging around in gangs

 What is he to do? He's been kicked out of school

 What a way to fix a fool, we are failing our youth

 Parents and governors can you handle the truth?

 And they will steal and they will fight

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

 And they will haunt the streets at night

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

There's nothing for the kids to do

 Who's to blame? The mainstream media?

 Our rulers and idols get greedier and seedier

 They're an embarrassment, they should be shamed

 For misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blame

 They sit back and watch the evil grow from the youth club ruins where the kids used to go

 Take parts of Salford in Manchester, dying on its feet

 While the players at United get a hundred grand a week

 The kids love them anyway, it don't make sense

 When you have a go at me for the sake of fifty pence

 Especially when some of you so called "poor kids" have got the money for a digital camcorder

 And the time to film a girl whilst you spit-roast her

 You hang about the park but you don't play football

 You trouble me for money 'cos you've got to make a drug call (?)

 You've got time, you've got money but you wrap it in a joint 'cos you don't see the

in using your time for making your

 dreams come true

 You're all too busy trying to lose our respect for you

Why're you proud to be rude?

 You're just trying to be cool in front of your mates

 That's all that really matters when you're living in hate

 And they will steal and they will fight

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

 And they will haunt the streets at night

 Because there's nothing for the kids to do today

Why do you wanna grow up, why do you wanna grow so fast and throw your youth away?

Don't throw your youth away and don't let me hear you say

 That there's nothing for the kids to do today

There's plenty for the kids to do today

 There's so much for the kids to do