You know you'll get a kicking tonight
It's cold up here
I remember the sunsets
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
I take you round the pole
You'll catch flu or you'll catch the city
I remember the graffiti
The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos
And the plains of cement
With spray cans of paint
We are your children coming in
My heart stops and then it starts
Here comes that panic attack
From this town the English army grind their teeth into glass
(I can see the universe waiting by a minibus)
Give me a drink, I'll drink your round
And the way the night just seemed
To turn the color of orangeade
In this town cellular phones are hot with teens
In this town we all go to terminal pubs
Through sprinklers on tiny lawns
The smell of puke and piss
