We Went Into Town On The Tuesday Night. Searching All The Places That You Hang About. We're Looking For You. In The Back Street Cellar Dive Drinking Clubs.
Young, gifted and skint - that's where it in't. Look how easily it happened, look how easily I fell. Now I'm up to here in debt, there's a noose around my neck.
It's another heroes' sunset. I'm riding on the Great North Road. Coiled and tensed in wonder. As the land turns burning gold. Out in the sun, out in the wind.
Well we know what makes the flowers grow but we don't know why. And we all have the knowledge of DNA but we still die. We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land.
I felt a shiver in the heat-haze and the waiting time is over. Strange tongues on the airwaves as the voices call from distant lands. I saw which was the winning side but still I joined the other.
Gather round and listen and I'll tell you how's it's done. How they manage to make idiots out of everyone. Take a human population with their hunger and their pain.
I'll teach you everything that I know now, Eddie. If you really want to take the time. But don't expect to get answers to anything, Eddie. There is just one thing I've learned.
We follow the taillights out of the city. Moving in a river of red. As the colors fade away from the Dusky sunset. We roll for the darkness ahead. . We are old, we are young.
Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages. With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles. Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection.
Splashing through the water on the motorway. The headlights shine in every drop of rain. And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour.
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls. In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honoring every call. So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side.
Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets. Teenage battles; six arrested. Mutters in the council chambers, something must be done. Before our city streets become infested.
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set. Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright. We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours.
Coming in at night all the desert highways. Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios. Everyone talking, no-one listening. Well by now I should expect that.
It's not a crime to be innocent, these things we have not done. But you're not some little child, spring is past and gone. Well I know my craving heart and I've seen your vicious eyes.
You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt. We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word. So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes.
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down. There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside. About quarter to eight and we'll go into town. And find out what everybody's been saying about us.
Look at my eyes - you know what it is. I want you, I want you. The way your body moves beneath that dress. And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness.
The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession. Drawing lines of grey across the sky. With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder. In hunger and impatience we cry.
When they look back at us and they write down their history. What will they say about our generation?. We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing.