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