Dunkirk

I hurt my soul, my soul was hurt
On a private beach in Dunkirk
I stared at arse the bikes went by
On a private beach in Dunkirk
My wife clipped me, she clipped me good
I hurt my soul in manhood
Swinging arms, obedient commuters
On the tarmac beaches by Dunkirk
Swinging arms, frustrated commuters
Bashing suits in Dunkirk
A safety pin right through the ear
Forty years of manhood
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Say a Punk Trick from the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Crying infants and high tide
Soldiers lost in Dunkirk
Sunken castles and Advil
Underneath the arches of Dunkirk
My wife clipped me, she clipped me good
I hurt my soul in manhood
Swinging arms, obedient commuters
On the impassioned streets by Dunkirk
Swinging arms, frustrated commuters
Bashing suits in Dunkirk
A safety pin right through the ear
Forty years of manhood
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Say a Punk Trick from the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Say a Punk Trick from the Book
Every Punk Trick in the Book
And you want it to go somewhere?
And you want it to go somewhere?
And you want it to go somewhere?