I remember thinkin' murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns
I remember the graffiti,
we are your children coming in with spray cans of paint
I remember the sunset and the plains of cement
And the way the night seems to turn the colour of orangeade
In this town cellular phones are hot with thieves
In this town we all go to terminal pubs
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of live
From this town the English Army grind their teeth to glass
You'll get kicked tonight
Smell of puke and piss
Smell of puke and piss on your stilettoes
Here comes that panic attack
My heart stops, then it starts
Give me a drink
I'll drink you round
I'll take you round the pole
It's cold up here
You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city
Either way you'll catch the flu
Or you'll catch the city
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