Houses out of giro, christenings out of bread
Just another sad, sad car park death
Their dreams are out of sync with what their mates think

The brewed poll chance of a pisshead stink
Manic voices of the British press cry,
"Swallow the lies of national pride"

I feel a fist of fear
Bathroom suicides
Initiate the bull neck and watch him rise

I get shivers down my back

What's going to happen to the dim bulbs?

What's going to happen to your life?

Chris and Christine got nowhere to run

Cause slums are the pyramids of the eschaton
They got the death factory blues
Oh, the high street broken girls have lost their way

Screaming, texting, emotions ripped away
Pregnant on the bust, daydreams rust to dust
Oh boss, no play got you lost

Are you lost?

All you brittle concrete swans

We should have let them have their fun
Oh be young, be someone
Be someone rebel, vicious, dumb


Extant birth of delinquent desires
Defeated by the nation and its funeral pyres

The psychic warfare weakens the weird
These wayward swans can't get out of here
Get out of here


He wants to make a spell to free this English hell
Give him a voice for the words he wants to tell

He's rubbing his eyes, there's no exit signs
He's rubbing his eyes, there's no exit signs


Find the forever in what you're thinking
Find the forever in who you're kissing
Escape escape escape into your dream

Escape escape escape right out of here

The deba!@&(t of his daydreams keeps the pigs down

Debriefing distraction and fall through the cracks
The demons are loose in the city center
You can't hide your hate forever

Forever

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard

(Hear the clang of the concrete swans)

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard