Clang Of The Concrete Swans - Comet Gain

Houses out of giro, christenings out of bread

Just another sad, sad car park death

Their dreams are out of sync with what their mates think

The brewed poll chance of a pisshead stink

Manic voices of the British press cry

«Swallow the lies of national pride»

I feel a fist of fear

Bathroom suicides

Initiate the bull neck and watch him rise

I get shivers down my back

What’s going to happen to the dim bulbs?

What’s going to happen to your life?

Chris and Christine got nowhere to run

Cause slums are the pyramids of the eschaton

They got the death factory blues

Oh, the high street broken girls have lost their way

Screaming, texting, emotions ripped away

Pregnant on the bust, daydreams rust to dust

Oh boss, no play got you lost

Are you lost?

All you brittle concrete swans

We should have let them have their fun

Oh be young, be someone

Be someone rebel, vicious, dumb

Extant birth of delinquent desires

Defeated by the nation and its funeral pyres

The psychic warfare weakens the weird

These wayward swans can’t get out of here

Get out of here

He wants to make a spell to free this English hell

Give him a voice for the words he wants to tell

He’s rubbing his eyes, there’s no exit signs

He’s rubbing his eyes, there’s no exit signs

Find the forever in what you’re thinking

Find the forever in who you’re kissing

Escape escape escape into your dream

Escape escape escape right out of here

The debasement of his daydreams keeps the pigs down

Debriefing distraction and fall through the cracks

The demons are loose in the city center

You can’t hide your hate forever

Forever

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard

(Hear the clang of the concrete swans)

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard

Let their howling hearts be heard