With no respect for life
Flashes the kitchen knife
Food preparation no more
Blood spattering on the floor
Not from dispatched Sunday lunch fowl
But stemming flow with an old tea towel
Cut by friends cut by foe
Only the kitchen knife will know
On the streets where we once played
There seems to be crime involving a blade
What is becoming of our country, our isles
Where we used to play, laugh and smile
Sadly poignant, excellent work
Scary, innit
Nice job indeed Mr.Troon!
Hi Alice, Yes I remember the movie well. We have a few support group members who stop after speech therapy for a sing along, on the street where you live is one we sing.well try 😆
Several generations removed from "On the street where you live," on the soundtrack of My Fair Lady. Your version is more up to date.