I'm such a delicate child, you know I'd always say my prayers
Cause I didn't want to die if it's all the same
At least that's what they say, they play it on a Sunday
But they know it's not a game, well we're happy in the suburbs
Just sucking on our spoons
But people here are emptier than the surface of the moon
So ground control to Major Tom, now what's a boy to do?
Now everything is changing, but nothing ever changes
Make a home and hunker in your ditch
And wait for all the clowns to blow us all to bits
Ah shit, well now look what you did
And everything is glowing, everything is glowing
And we're marching in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves
If someone threatens someone else, well someone has to bleed
If it's all the same, it's just arrogance and greed
So hold on to your hatchets, burn down the hatchets
We can't follow weekends like the stations of the cross
But it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off
And it's nothing like the stories that they taught you growing up
Dye your hair and whiten up your teeth
No, no one really cared for what was really underneath
It's all the same, just sycophants and creeps
And they're not really happy, they're not really happy
Oh, where did you go?
Did you get sick of fetching the stick?
The others were cautious, but you're far too quick
We caught the bus, maybe the N18
It rolled down Harrow Road, past the graves to Winston Green
And everyone was laughing and picking at the seats
They took all their best stories through an old rolled up receipt
Go home and cower in a ditch
And wait for all the predators to blow us all to bits
Blue screens, turn it all to cash
No, it's not really killing, it's just pointing at a map
We can't follow weekends like the stations of the cross
And it's not that you're unhappy
You're just happy on and off
And it's nothing like the stories that they taught you growing up
So live with your parents for a while
Everyone's growing so nice and really coming along
And I hope that when 30's finally here
You can sit in your bedroom shouting your name and so
Just rising up with the windows and the garlands with flowers
You can count on your fingers
There's no love in this town anymore
But if you wanna find the love, you can always go to London