Cannibal Kids Sound of Rum

[Verse 1]
Round here
These cannibal kids want to be kings
They don’t see that kindness is courage
Or that sympathy sings
Much louder than violence
They are bitter and drained
Eyes of ice stare from figures of flames
They puff-chested, restless, nameless
They've carried their pain
To the point of being painless
Numb ones, young ones
New latch-keys of London
Soaking up the humdrum
And it makes them want to run from
The state they’re in
Powerless, penniless
Feathers clipped, they find eagles’ wings
In the derelict brotherhood of gang-life
That bang-bang life
That shouts louder than a sarcastic teacher
Clapping hands twice
And staring down a frightened nose
They learned that respect comes from striking a pose
That demands it
But we know respect and fear are not compatible
A long way from bat and ball
They don’t play, they let daggers fall
From blood-soaked fingers
While their siblings lie bleeding in hallways dead
But like wisdom has always said
Blood begets blood and keeps spilling
So the pavements are stained
And our hearts are grief-stricken