Chicken tikka bath salts found at bus stops
 Social gravy - sweet momentum

 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 [bad word] to Dixons, sons of Hackney
 Pleasure gardens kissed by landslides

 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city of exploded children
 Underneath the city everything is fine
 Underneath the city everything is fine

 Hunt where you eat
 Make a stand where the elephants sleep
 In the [bad word] of a brand new watergun
 Fall in lines on [bad word] sheep
 He is one, he is two
 He is nothing to our thousands
 The morning light will make our victory cleaner
 Their minds will echo to our rhapsody
 In four weeks time we will break our fast
 And the weight will re-appear
 And we'll never get home cos nobody does
 And we'll never go poor in spite of ourselves
 And the smell of smoke will collect in their bones
 From Aberdeen to the edge of the world

 Fall in lines on [bad word] sheep
 He is one, he is two
 He is nothing to our thousands