Devlin – Community Outcast lyrics

[Intro:]
Devlin:
And this one's for all the characters that have been forgotten at the present time...

[Verse:]
I represent for the jobless
That have been made redundant
That have four kids
And don't know how to fund them.
Ever since the wife and husband
Both lost their jobs at the office in london
Now they feel financially trapped
Now are locked with rats in a dindgy old dungeon.
Take this young father of two
Signing on and the the government
Says that his family are spongers.
He's like "damn man
We aint got a penny or a pound
Let alone money for milk
And nappies and trainers and jumpers"
He got taken off site cause it's cheaper
To pay Europeans to labour in numbers
Hows he gonna take care of his youngers...

[Chorus:]

I represent to the people
Let down by a nation
And left on the streets where it's evil
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needls
I represent to the people
Let down by a nation
And left on the streets where it's evil
Community outcast cold, tired and feeble

[Verse 2:]
I represent for the homeless,
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war and invasion,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they can phone their mummy
To put a whole meal in their tummy,
So at night when the temperature drops,
I'm asking you, remember what you got,
These kids go home to a cardboard box,
They're the soul survivors,
Warming their hands with a flickering flame of their lighters,
All their life they've been frightened.
Walk the streets with their head down,
Knowing deep inside that they've really been let down,
By a country that's crippled,
And I thought mankind was supposed to be civil.

I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent single Mums,
All alone on their own trying to put food in the mouths of her two sons,
And the fathers gone, there's no cash flow, lack of income,
But that's just the way it is,
She counts fifteen needles pushing her pram on the way to the lift,
And this is where brown said it's safe to live and raise kids.
She finds her way out of the block,
With two kids in a pram and a rip and a stain in her top,
She goes to sign on just to maintain the little she's got,
For her kids sake,
They'll never see a decent life,
But they can dream and they'll sleep tonight,
They've been hung out and left to dry,
The kids are in bed, Mums left to cry.

I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent for the old folk, that live alone,
No family or kids at home,
And all he wants is someone to speak to but nobody thinks to phone.
Sits at home in the dark, no electric,
Since his wife passed, he can't accept it,
He feels isolated, neglected,
And now his council flats infested,
So he goes to the shop for his papers,
With a stick and he falls in the mud,
The people around him all pulled him up,
But to him that's just a reminder,
He's old and he's weak with no one to love.
I see clouds up above,
Another bad day in the diary,
An old man one of many,
Killed by society, strangled quietly.

I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
I represent to the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.