Blood Duster - Three Oh Seven Ohh Lyrics

I used to praise the North
And High St gave me a fat
But that's changed a f*ck of a lot
And now I can't afford a flat
Artists and business men
Moved in overnight
Turned slums into apartments
Now how bout that?

Northcote sluts, trendy c*nts,
Go and get f*cked.
Northcote sluts, trendy c*nts,
Go and get f*cked.

Used to breathe the Northcote air
And it smelled like the dole
'Till all the artists came
It has taken a toll
Now everyone thinks its cool
It's not the Northcote I know
Out to Preston, I move out
Of the three oh seven oh

Northcote sluts, trendy c*nts
Go and get f*cked.
Northcote sluts, trendy c*nts
Go and get f*cked.

Three oh Seven oh