Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs
The street wrapped around on itself
They called it a crescent
Gave birth to a cul-de-sac they suckled on the hillside's bosom
Men played rugby league on the field by the chip shop
Streetfighter was occupied fulltime but the school wasn't
There's a quarry up the road in Blackhead
Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs
Suddenly one day there was a police line across the cul-de-sac
The little old lady next door said someone had been stabbed
So I rode my tricycle, straight back home
And asked my parents What is a stabbed?
There's a quarry up the road in Blackhead
Corstorphine you're unsound but you're kind
Corstorphine your state housing and flakey signs