Down & Out

Bruise me like a peach Crack me like an after eight Crush me like a crisp packet till im crumbs I'm alive Barely but alive My ticket to the underground station is the only thing by my side Break my fingernails Break every bone in my body Don't pick up the phone For me to tell you I'm sorry I'm down and out in New Cross and Brockley Don't be scared if the feelings haven't got me Don't be scared if the guilt has got on top of me While I'm tripping on the cracks inside the concrete Dissect me Pull out my insides one by one And lay them in a line Just to see how far they come I'm alive I'm barely but alive And my ticket to the underground station is the only thing by my side I'm down and out in New Cross and Brockley Don't be scared if the feelings haven't got me Don't be scared if the guilt has got on top of me While I'm tripping on the cracks inside the concrete Brockleys burning down My legs are feeling weak You raise your gin and tonic As I begin to speak And as we sit and talk about something stupid like global warming I can't help but think At this very place at this very time There's nowhere else I'd rather be I'm down and out in New Cross and Brockley Don't be scared if the feelings haven't got me Don't be scared if the guilt has got on top of me While I'm tripping on the cracks inside the concrete Down and out in New Cross and Brockley Don't be scared if the feelings haven't got me Don't be scared if the guilt has got on top of me While I'm tripping on the cracks inside the concrete