Leave Fast

Dark grey vistas of this weathered place

The blue star on The Nautilus

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 shopfront doors

Being turfed off by the council

Forgotten by our government

A 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

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