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 debasement 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
