Urban Decay (feat. Keiron Higgins) Video (MV)

It's just another dreary grey town
The streets are pathed with northern grit
The pigeons fly upside down here
To avoid covering things in shit

Been considered different
Will get you a razor to the face
Play the game of normality correctly
And try not to look out of place

It is a town of industrial chimneys
And a sky that's permanently grey
The train and bus run here once
Convincing you not to stay

Crumbled cans of cider
Lay among the broken dreams
The middle class flock here
Just to catch the movie themes

There's dead pigeons
In the gutters
Racist graffiti
On off license shutters

It won't stop raining
So stop complaing
That it's never sunny
While the beer gardens
Litter with folk
Often Looking funny

The pubs have no young entities
And are only for the old
Like stray dogs they drink the dregs
Staying in there from the cold
Offerings of 10 pound bags of happiness
That'll will remove that sappiness

As the rats beat up the cats
And the postmen come strapped with baseball bats
All the kids meet up in bus stop spaces
Born of parents with sullen looking faces

Ignorance comes in pockets of shrouds
It's a place where it does thrive
Multiculturalism is frowned upon
As to keep "family ties" alive

Taxis don't stop here
Folk lose dreams with a close fist
Avoiding dead-end streets and takeaways
And alleyways stinking of piss
Stolen car stereos
And wheels getting slashed
Try to tell the police
And your windows will be smashed
You long to leave
Go and move to the big city
Where the cool and unique
Will look after you
And hear the stories of your town
With thoughts of pity

You
Grin
Up
North