Did you see my mother walking round the blocks? Did you see them nasty boys looting the lots? Did they ever miss you or did they even kiss you? Or is the only thing you see Britain's milita?
If you smell that air You can feel the flair And the people that rock Live in an H-Block
Chorus: H-(H)-B-(B) H-B-L-O-C-K-X - H-BLOCKX
H-Blockx, that's the name We give credit to the people who can feel the pain Of aggression, supression and brutality Who live in an H-shaped home of insanity