Urban Decay (feat. Keiron Higgins)

It's just another dreary grey town The streets are pathed with northern grit The pigeons fly upside down here To avoid covering things in shit Been considered different Will get you a razor to the face Play the game of normality correctly And try not to look out of place It is a town of industrial chimneys And a sky that's permanently grey The train and bus run here once Convincing you not to stay Crumbled cans of cider Lay among the broken dreams The middle class flock here Just to catch the movie themes There's dead pigeons In the gutters Racist graffiti On off license shutters It won't stop raining So stop complaing That it's never sunny While the beer gardens Litter with folk Often Looking funny the pubs have no young entities And are only for the old Like stray dogs they drink the dregs Staying in there from the cold Offerings of 10 pound bags of happiness That'll will remove that sappiness As the rats beat up the cats And the postmen come strapped with baseball bats all the kids meet up in bus stop spaces Born of parents with sullen looking faces Ignorance comes in pockets of shrouds It's a place where it does thrive Multiculturalism is frowned upon As to keep "family ties" alive Taxis don't stop here Folk lose dreams with a close fist Avoiding dead-end streets and takeaways And alleyways stinking of piss Stolen car stereos And wheels getting slashed Try to tell the police And your windows will be smashed You long to leave Go and move to the big city Where the cool and unique Will look after you And hear the stories of your town With thoughts of pity You Grin Up North