"hit The North Lyrics - Fall

Hit the North 

My Cat says eeeee-ack 

Hit the North 

95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed 

Computers infest the hotels 

Cops can't catch criminals 

But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God 

Religious 

Hit the North 

Manacled to the city, manacled to the city 

All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath 

Those Northern lights, so pretty 

Those big big big wide streets 

Those useless MPs 

Savages 

Hit the North (manacled to the system) 

From the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium 

Eastender and Victoria's lager, the induced call, mysterious 

Comes 

Forth 

Hit the North 

(Savages) 

Hit the North