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** 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 s*uts, trendy c*nts, Go and get f**ed. Northcote s*uts, trendy c*nts, Go and get f**ed. 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 s*uts, trendy c*nts Go and get f**ed. Northcote s*uts, trendy c*nts Go and get f**ed. Three oh Seven oh