The dark grey vistas of this weathered place The blue star on The Nautilus The old boys like chimneys The mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses Broken fridges and torn up sofas The boy racers, tearing down the beehive road Leading out to coastlines Where kids freeze their lungs and run amongst the rolling dunes away from everyone
Oh, leave fast or stay forever An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever Leave fast or stay forever
Boarded up windows on the promenade The shells of old nightclubs And half way houses Intoxicated people battling on the regular in a lazy lowlights bar Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors being turfed off by the council Forgotten by our government A selfish little baby with no responsibility Watching people die in the cold
Oh, leave fast or stay forever An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever An old man told me to leave fast or stay foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
