Lyrics:

There's gangsters in the bars
Honest John he's ringing cars
Triads go to war
Fighting for a strip-tease bar

Believe every word I say
Today is just a perfect day
I just want to be
Burning up a motorway

Gypsy's in the ring
Betting for a fist of bling
Punks are on the street
Chocking on the city heat

Yardies dealing crack
Cops are fighting in the trap
The Angels never die
On Iron Horses made to fly

Rapsters in the park
Hookers trading in the dark
I keep driving in my car
My eyes are blind we've gone to far