Deans Gardens is a Park
Which you don't go to after dark
The other night someone got killed
All over the swings, blood was spilled
Amazing enough I was out that night
But in Deans Gardens there's always a fight
Immigrants from Eastern Europe
Live and sleep in the toilet
Drunks sleep on the benches
And smashed cans of coke, line the fences
It used to be opposite an old cinema
Where I used to go with my grandpa
The cinema was called the Flea Pit
A nickname cause it was a rubbish tip
After the cinema as a teenager
We used to drink in the park cans of cider
Snog the girls from the rival school
Then go and play some pool
Deans Gardens is no James Dean
Although recently it's got more clean
New swings and a childrens area
But something lurks behind the exterior
I only live down the road
But others live in it, no fixed abode
We all know parks like Deans Gardens
Where the abusive boyfriends go to seek their pardons
Where the mums scream and smack
Their kids cause they can't get crack
Where gangs lurch and gays prowl
And the dogs don't care where they fowl
But it's our park, our little bit green
But at night, it's best to see it in a dream!
