Ant Smith

Political

Our Side

Tyne-side

Wear-side

Tees-side

In-side

Out-side

My-side

Your-side

Gary Larson’s Far-side

It’s a dream,

It’s a scene,

It’s a walk on the banks of a river

So serene!

Thatcher’s had her claws dug deep

In the land round here

Thatcher’s wondrous wilderness walk

So wonderfully sincere

Before she carved us up

‘n’ cut us off

‘n’ dried us up

‘n’ watched us drop

Out of the premier league

Walking home

and walking out

Walking up

and walking out

Waking here

and walking there

Walking fuckin’ everywhere

Make no mistake it’s not over yet

Their plans grow by the year.

Make no mistake, no, no regret

It’s all just puppetry

with Teesside as the set.

Chuck out the GETS!

Chuck out the GETS!

Chuck out the GETS!

Don’t Vote.

Got no shops in our high-street

Got no money, I’m incomplete

Got no food, and got no meat

Still got me fuckin’ bastard feet

Tyne-side

Wear-side

Tees-side

This-side

That-side

Our-side

Side-by-side

It’s a fact of geography

Meteorology

Economy

Astronomy

Numerology

One-by-One-by-one-by-one

Of every day people:

Love their dear ‘n’ Ancient Towns

Love to here their feet touch ground

Love to know we’re still around

Love to sing this round

Don’t let bastard’s grind you down

Political