Cold white sky like milk this morning
Sirens flash like Christmas lights
Behind every window someone's alive 
My eyes are too sore though the days are too bright
The world is too tall to sit on without swaying
The day is too knew to be over for ages
All over this city people are hungry
For things they don't know the names off
It's all just bricks and lights and bodies
Muscles twitching, head snap back the glitches
All these pretty pictures, there must be more to life then pixels
Life has her hands on her pistol
She swears she'll not be ours again
Life will keep her lonely vigil
Slow to start but fast to end with
Sitting itch are cuts and scratches 
Crying in our mothers kitchens
Is this love or dead or marriage
Is this life or is life different
Do something please
Scream that you hear me
Let this be more then the feeding I harbour
Let this be ours
Let there be more here then wages and page free and lager
And waiting for trains home
Waiting for trains in
Waiting for life to begin
And then waiting for life to be over
And babies and not saying nothing
Let alone safe me from stranges

Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time
Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time

I can't take the stench any more
Nothing is real 
Nothing is trying to even pretend that it is 
That ever is too loud
The whole [bad word] place is shrouded in myst
Unless we can't see
But it sticks in our throats
When we're out for a couple
But trouble wants us
And we fall in [bad word] And we give it our blood
And we go out for a cuddle
And this is enough for you
This is enough
But this is not enough not at all
And this is enough
This is enough 
This is not enough not at all
But here is a tree growing steadily steadily
Not being nothing but all that it is
Not even grounded
Holding it's own in the concrete [bad word] of cars and the dogpiss
It doesn't want anything
It is what it is
And I feed it
I'm dwarfed by it's wisdom
I'm ?? by its colours
I feel every fibre
And this is survival
Be what you are in the mess and the violence
Don't collect rivals
Seek out asylums
Find something sacred in all of this silence
I breath out [bad word] Hold my ?? in
Legs as roots they carry me deeper down 
There's always some small bit of peace to be found
Even when nothing is [bad word] and love hates you
Even when nothing is [bad word] and love hates you
Even when nothing is [bad word] and love hates you
There's always some small bit of peace to be found

Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time
Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time

Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time
Bad place for a good time
Good place for a bad time