[Intro]
In case you haven't got the message already, this is a third rap song we’ve written about Belfast
Wee Goose, take it away

[Chorus]
Just another day in Belfast, just another day in the life (No sweat)
All my mates take gear and sell grass, everyone I know has a knife (Dead on)
Just another day in Belfast, the rumours that you've heard are all true (Oh aye)
It's the city where the shotgun shells blast, word to my man Jun Tzu

[Verse 1] [Wee Goose]
My da got his knees done, back in the troubles
Now he’s on the dole and he's doing the double
Which means he gets paid loads of cash from the brew
But he has a steady job where he gets paid too
He's rolling in money, he's cashing the checks
Fuck sake da, will you wind in your neck?
I wish he'd wise up, and act his age
'Cus if the brew find out he'll be on minimum wage!

I went out last night, and now I'm fucking scundered
I owe my ma a tenner and my dealer a hundred
I got myself a big bag of gear on tick
I didn’t have the money but I needed it quick
I need to go to church and repent for my sins
I sniffed a whole gram and drank a bottle of gin
I was slurring my words like I was speaking in Hindi
And now my dealer says he’s gonna come and do my windies!