Growing old, around these streets
Never really felt quite like, like anything
Expect nothing, and have the chance
To really go somewhere, that you can't

My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history

Gonna' turn this town, upside down
We can die well, in their eyes
Just to feel
Promises broken, at a quarter past five
Burning fires, on the railway hillsides

My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history

And the grass is greener, on the other side
That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see
We all go out like [bad word] in, kicking and screaming
We all go out like [bad word] in, kicking and screaming
We all go out like [bad word] in, kicking and screaming

My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history

And the grass is greener, on the other side
That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see