Inner City from Fortress Britain by Stingray

Innercity

A morbid reminder
on the city’s skyline
Can’t see justice
In this lifetime

Life means less in the city
Black moulded dwellings
Treated like a disease

Fatal symptom
Of neglect
hatchet to
pagan heads

Don’t let them try
to sweep in under the rug,
Thrown in a cell left to rot

All of the city’s corrupt to the core
The hounds of hell will have their fill
All of the city corrupt to the core
The hounds of hell will have their fill and more.

It’s likes a breeze
Scandal slips like a pig in grease]
It’s like a breeze
Don’t forget there pagan heads
Towering inferno

• Punk
• hardcore punk
• primative
• London