No pimps, no pushers, no guns, no gangs.

Pimp is a vulture feeding off others

Corrupting children, imprisoning mothers

On the estates and deep in the city

Made-up girls looking old not pretty

Worse are folks ordering factory closures

Fiddling pennies for the share holders

For them poverty can be countries away

For a premium someone must pay

Pushers arise in so many guises

With "Want a happy life, the buy" says

Ads in paper and glossy mags

Radio, TV, voice just nags

"No part of your life couldn't be better?

Want a girl, buy product and get her"

So buy the thing and feel glad

Next advert says your life's still bad

Say when did this become a Wild West town?

Seems every month something is going down

Knocking over garages or late night store

So many shooters like a little war

Want to pack trouble? Two 'phone calls away

For every bullet there's a price to pay

Used to be Yanks, now they're from the East

Arms shareholders must be having a feast

So many reports talking about bangs

Parents fearing their kid's will join gangs

But did they know where their small child

Was at years ago and acting wild

But what examples do the parents set?

When papers create an unreal threat

Then people become a horror film mob

All flaming torches and half brick to lob.