I remember thinking murder in the car
  Watching dogs somersault
  Through sprinkles on tiny laws
  I remember the graffti, we are your children
  Coming in with spray cans of paint
  I remember the sunset and the plains of cement
  And the way the nights seems to turn the colour
  of orangeade
    In this town cellular phones are hot with thieves
  In this town we all go to terminal pubs
  It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
  From this town the English Army grind
  Their teeth to glass
  You'll get kicked tonight
  Smell of puke and piss
  Smell of puke and piss on your stillettoes
    Here comes the panic attack
  My heart stops then starts
  Give me a drink
  I'll drink your round
  I'll take you round the pole
  It's cold up here
  You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city
  Either way, you'll catch the flu
  Or you'll catch the city