Dead Cities

A pound in glass, y'know a pound don't last Pair of boots and leather uppers United in the sense that they're both a pair of Filthy fuckers Nineteen quid and that bird from Bulgaria wanted it But I'm in love with you darlin' It's a bit different The pole's the one, slide up and down But it's not connected to the ceiling properly Makin' an horrible sound - I don't like her tits I pause, and turn, drop another sambuca, two pints The bouncer versus the Chelsea fans Pilled up, playing snooker The loo's fucked, I need a shit I don't wanna follow through a ...bollocks to it! What's up? Here, just hold that will ya - just off to the loo again Why, what's up? WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I've shit myself ...f'fuck's sake! Dead cities Dead cities I'm gonna get filthed up Dead cities Dead cities Ya can earn seventy quid on a Monday night Sliding round a pole In front of four or five rotting bits of bacon Blokes that look like Dickie Davies Smoking fags like it's the Seventies Philip Morris' laid claim to every blocked up artery In this place... Philip mate, WE ARE YOURS! We are yours for the taking Promote yourself darling, put that jar down Y'fit enough, get a job in town I'll have another drink, my eyes feel their way around This place is like the TARDIS It never settles down Boarded up, It's blue paint I bet Stringfellas ain't Russian birds like that advert on telly Comin' at you in their hundreds And I'm the man for the job Dead cities Dead cities I'm gonna get filthed up Dead cities Dead cities I'm a ranting merchant Slipping from the edge of a pint While my feet balance on the emergence Of a new form of music These songs are shit and I'm gonna lose it The multi-coloured lights dictate the tower's height Glass front town houses Where rich men pull birds from browsers This is your modern day safari Apple Mac corpses Let there be feeders And catch the carvery Pick that cinnamon swirl up off the floor Shrink-wrap, germ-free, let's nick some more Rubber buses and the bridge works Strap-on city I've done too much coke Fuck! There is no glory And there is no hope I live on Coronation Street I don't need to watch it Dead cities Dead cities I'm gonna get filthed up Dead cities Dead cities