Substance full of empty promises

Self-deprivation numbs all the senses

The High Street's dead and the towns closed down

It's all changed since I was last around

Nothing breathes in the way it's supposed to,

like the past on the ripped-up poster

Untethered like they missed the mark,

it's a sign of the times, and the times are hard

 

We're gonna take this party down to the street, make new noise and think on our feet,

we're gonna drop-drop-drop-drop, drop a beat, and shake 'em down like we nineteen.

 

Spent some time in the underpass,

where life slows down and time leaves fast

The dust in the air is gracious and stale,

this brief isolation is welcome and able

Knock 'em down, pick 'em up, scream loud - we don't give a damn!

All the rich boys buried in the boneyard still died anyway

 

We're gonna take this party down to the street,

make new noise and think on our feet,

we're gonna drop-drop-drop-drop, drop a beat,

and shake 'em down like we nineteen.

 

Advertisements, they remind us we're living one step away from what is behind us,

the sky could fall and the time could bind us

so best step back behind the line

Returning to the places and people we know,

corners and streets are the places we go,

walking distance but not getting far,

measure every mile, feeling every yard.

 

We're gonna take this party down to the street,

make new noise and think on our feet,

we're gonna drop-drop-drop-drop, drop a beat,

and shake 'em down like we nineteen.

 

Let's take this party out to the street