Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down 
Moved out to another slum in another part of town 
Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift 
Who really ever thought it would come to this 
East ham high street market on a 
Saturday Stuffing things in coats, making out getaway 
Back round 
Charlie's house to see just what we'd got 
In school 
Monday morning we'd just flog the lot 
Blame the teachers, blame the school 
Blame the parents, come on blame one and all 
Blame the coppers, blame the drugs 
Blame the system, but don't blame us 
Games of chicken in the kitchen with a carving knife 
Eight stitches in my hand, 
I think I got off light 
You're girlfriend's there in tears your mate's made another pass when's he gonna learn he only has to ask 
Blame the teachers, blame the school 
Blame the parents, come on blame one and all 
Blame the coppers, blame the drugs 
Blame the system, but don't blame us 
Schoolteachers sing you won't come to anything 
There's no future in playing these dives 
But looking back today we won't have another way 
Because we had the times off our lives 
Out of school, out off work and out of cigarettes 
We'll all have some breakfast if he wins the bet 
All the posing & posturing never made much sense 
Little boys, little man, little innocence 
Blame the teachers, blame the school 
Blame the parents, come on blame one and all 
Blame the coppers, blame the drugs 
Blame the system, but don't blame us [2x]