I remember thinking murder in the car Watching dogs somersault Through sprinkles on tiny laws I remember the graffti, we are your children Coming in with spray cans of paint I remember the sunset and the plains of cement And the way the nights 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 life 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 stillettoes
Here comes the panic attack My heart stops then starts Give me a drink I'll drink your 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
