The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighbourhood

And I don't think I'll ever leave

The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighbourhood

Sometimes I watch them fight to breathe

The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighbourhood

Sometimes they press the steel to me

The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighbourhood

They feel so far away from me

Going home and hoping, sleep and heat and peace and hiding out

Limping off the train, the rain will follow me, it's beating down

First day off the sticks, the bricks, an accident broke me

Eighteen weeks of their assists so now I'm solo and slowly holy

Night in sight, a fire and fight, and fog in the field

Pass by a guy that's high and tryna find a light in his jeans

Push round the corner stair to moonlight air and shadow the safety

I feel these legs are tryna break me as the dark air takes me

The pounding sound of ground around the corner is closing

The chosen path I'm walking might just be the end of the road, and

Turn my head and catch the silver, shining blade in his hand

I both stayed and I ran, no luck, my legs in the sand

It's some ballyed up man with life and death in his veins

And then he calls out my name, double barrel, his saying

It goes full name, whole name, surname and all

I swear the cold of the bold steel was screaming the call

Paddy Pintman, scabby joints man

Happy slapping, stabbing, always bragging, what's the point, man?

I've know them all, I've seen them fall, I hear your call, man

I know your fear and fury, and you're lacking hope and light, man

Paddy Pintman, scabby joints man

Happy slapping, stabbing, always bragging, what's the point?

We shoot pool in the same club, walk to work on the same street

Chat shit in the same pub, and sink pints in the same seat

This place is alive with all the lives before the tragedy

They still speak to me casually, but I'll never share it

I'm cold but I care, it's old but I'll bear it

Some pain never fades, it just appears is new ways

This place is alive with with the lives before the tragedy

They still speak to me casually, and I pretend I don't hear it

I'm cold but I care, I'm told I have to spare it

The drone of constant scroll is too much to bear, and it's

Pigeons dead at my feet, pigeons dead at my feet

Bad decisions lead to a belief that creeps it's way into your soul

Like some cold, black hole that sweeps away every defeat that lingered on ya

This is not the place that I belong, not the place that I grew up on

Blackshirt cunts squeezing the life and lungs out of the middle grounds

In the shadow of borrowed time on the trash heap of authority

Priority boarding to anywhere the fuck else

Shelf yourself for a moment to pay the extra score for fuck all more

This kip a bubbling mess, depressed and depleted, and half-sedated

How many of us are miseducated? Inflated by a hate-filled rhetoric

While ideologues influencing the city's sprogs like gods

Automating ourselves out of jobs and I'm guilty, born filthy

Seems like no love can fill me, no other place can thrill me

Still I choose to plant roots in this lose-lose

Repeat the picture, an ounce of mixture, denounce the crowd and bleed for scripture

See, I've been knifed alive by mine, but wined and dined by those on high

Became the bigger crime to me

If I'm going to bleed, then make me bleed with a blade I can see

Reprobate, ethnostate, modern nationalist cunts

They manipulate young workers and then neglect them when done

The modern state will strip a man down until he's naked and scared

These cunting blackshirts will give him a face to lace with his fears

Cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts

Cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts

These bitter fuckers will tell a man that to hate is to love

And hang 'em out to dry as soon as they're done