Clang of the concrete swans

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
Cos slums are the pyramids of the ?
They got the death factory blues
Oh, the high street broken girls have lost their way
Screaming, texting, emotions ripped away
Pregnant on the bus, daydreams rust to dust
Oh boss, no ? 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 delinquint 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 escape escape right out of here

The debasement of his daydreams keeps the pigs down
Debriefing destraction and fall through the cracks
The demons are loose in the city centre
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