Something like Tobacco Road. Living on a lonely road. I will pull you out of there. We will go to Finchley Fair. I will buy a feather hat. I will steal a cricket bat. Smash some windows make a noise. We will run with Dirty Boys. When the sun goes down. When the sun goes down and the die is cast. When the die is cast and you have no choice. We will run with Dirty Boys. We all want men we all want you. Me and the Boys we all go through. You've got to learn to hold your tongue. They said the moon was his burning son. When the sun goes down. When the sun goes down and the die is cast. When the die is cast and you have no choice. We will run with Dirty Boys