Hit The North, V4, 5 Lyrics - Fall

My cat says ack 

Hit the North, will ya Hit the North 

Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford 

Just sav... 

Computers infest the hotels 

Cops [I'm, uh, wired] to catch criminals 

They're not too bad, I think what the hell, they talk to God 

Those were just savages, those were just savages 

In Him we trust 

Hit the North, will ya Hit the North 

Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck. 

Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale 

lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks 

Manacled to the city, manacled to the city 

Those big big big wide streets 

Those useless MPs 

Those useless MPs 

Hit the North 

All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath 

The government say, the government says 

Go forth, go forth 

No lights so pretty 

In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian 

lager, 

the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North