Dark grey vistas of this weathered place
The blue star on the Nautilus
The old boys like chimneys
Mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses
And broken fridges and torn up sofas
The boy racers, tearing down the Beehive Road
Leading out to coastlines
Where kids freeze their lungs
And run amongst the rolling dunes away from everyone
Oh leave fast or stay forever
An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
Leave fast or stay forever
Boarded up windows on the promenade
The shells of old nightclubs
And halfway houses
Intoxicated people battling on the regular in a lazy lowlights bar
Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors being turfed off by the council
Forgotten by our government
Selfish little baby with no responsibility, watching people die in the cold
Oh leave fast or stay forever
An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever
