James C. - Edinburgh Drive Lyrics

Raise your fists up high
Put down your guns
Look out for Old Bill
We're still on the run
Pilfering cartons
Gipping malt drinks
We're not such bad fellas
Unlike what you might think
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
That's how it goes
A van pulled up to us
To grab young Tim
I whipped out my switchblade
I wouldn't let go of him
Why'd they want a mite
Why not just take me
But he's gone alright
So I'm back on a spree
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
That's how it goes