car condemned is just a means to an end,
cos on a thurdsay night you can smash in it's lights.
broken glass on concrete hard.
it so hard to try and love you and so easy to dispise.
you prepare for war by shop front (it's a common retreat).
bored boy and stagnant girl "get out from our feet".
but can you feel these waves, pulling you out to see/sea? we wont be then when you bleed but for these three minutes when can bring this town to its knees.
at the top of the playing field your body was revealed.
wreathed in plastic bags and funny fags,
a tea towl and polish can.
you made the local news yesterday,
just when you were trying to get away.
hide from this emptiness,
the bruises left from life's carress.
you can't afford to educate so graduate in chemistry,
and you just know they're gonna make a pigs ear of your eulogy.
