‘Left right, left right in the Government boots
The Government boots
I see them boots, boots, boots and more boots
On the feet of young trigger-happy recruits’
– The Mighty Gabby
girl, if you see thing! the way they does pile in here when fete
door bus open on saturday nights. pour in like animals. looking
sweet too bad. girl, if you see the way they does parade and carry
on. how i does close meh eyes and lean back on them hard bodies
and wine. i know some of them real good. the way they move.
how they handle women bodies. the way they does roll they hip.
girl, you have to know them tings, so when a man come jam
behind you, you could know if is friend or foe without turning
round and looking up in he face. or in case the place too dark to
make out they face. you know if to walk off or stay there. girl, i
know they faces real good but never look in they eyes.
if you does see the way they hold on to rum bottles like is communion.
like is holy. like is they saviour. the way they does crawl
all up inside hard liquor. girl, if you see them wring out johnny
walker bottle. squeeze every drop. knock back wray and nephew
just like real beast riding they soul.
girl, to see sweet young ting hurt so bad does make pain buss meh
belly. when they play that fay-ann song that say, everybody
everybody
bounce somebody, bounce somebody, girl, if you see ting! a host of
unruly joy. them man does tek over the dancefloor and smash
they bodies, flesh hitting flesh, jumping and hollering like the
army evict them, like them bodies have nuff sin to wuk out they
system. last night ashley tell me he name call and he going over
there soon. girl, and when he tell me dat, i mek the mistake of
looking he in he eyes. if you see them eyes! i frighten men with
eyes dead so. like all the love wring out of them. i does wonder
what the hell them see so, make sadness line they eyes like
cataract. oh lord, girl, what I see in he eyes mek meh own eye
spring water. he so young, baby still in he chin and he standing
there body lean to one side, squeezing the bottle neck, choking it
nah backfoot! girl, what I could say eh! stupid tie up meh tongue,
so I jus do hold onto him all night, sweet he up with meh body,
and pile he ass with more liquor.