Fucked up, drugged up, 22 years old,
but now the future's sold,
your old and lonely, sad and boring,
everything you've done keeps you holding on,
into the past we go, distant memories they smoulder,
setting suns and water guns, that growing chip suck on your shoulder.
The paperboy's stopped coming round,
so lonely is the sound of silence,
follow the beautiful and the violent,
dreams of being an adolescent,
all aboard the collapsing sofa,
tune into the daily opera,
keep your sence of repetition,
you'd best not fear the competition.
Friendships made, enemy's lost,
escape for weekend at all costs,
but learn to come back down for Monday,
at least until you can do it your way,
until then just persevere,
crack open another dear,
I wish, I wonder, pondering,
wasted days and blue smoke rings, oh.
I've never seen a month of Sundays, spilt too many half filled glasses,
passing by Newton station, it's a holiday it's no vacation,
vacate this place to the next estate, delayed another 20 minute wait,
public houses, city busses, kids disguarded sandwiches,
round these parts it's another world,
forget everything you've heard,
there's no life for 5 miles or so,
into town and even then you'll,
come across a different species,
raised in streets and dirty closes,
"Deep seeded Urban Decay"
teens seeking their infamy,
there is no trust there never has been,
on such an unfamiliar city scene.........
but now the future's sold,
your old and lonely, sad and boring,
everything you've done keeps you holding on,
into the past we go, distant memories they smoulder,
setting suns and water guns, that growing chip suck on your shoulder.
The paperboy's stopped coming round,
so lonely is the sound of silence,
follow the beautiful and the violent,
dreams of being an adolescent,
all aboard the collapsing sofa,
tune into the daily opera,
keep your sence of repetition,
you'd best not fear the competition.
Friendships made, enemy's lost,
escape for weekend at all costs,
but learn to come back down for Monday,
at least until you can do it your way,
until then just persevere,
crack open another dear,
I wish, I wonder, pondering,
wasted days and blue smoke rings, oh.
I've never seen a month of Sundays, spilt too many half filled glasses,
passing by Newton station, it's a holiday it's no vacation,
vacate this place to the next estate, delayed another 20 minute wait,
public houses, city busses, kids disguarded sandwiches,
round these parts it's another world,
forget everything you've heard,
there's no life for 5 miles or so,
into town and even then you'll,
come across a different species,
raised in streets and dirty closes,
"Deep seeded Urban Decay"
teens seeking their infamy,
there is no trust there never has been,
on such an unfamiliar city scene.........
