Walk round your city
White tip cars zoom past, so pretty
Our daughters fishing, flood down through the yards their grinning
My legs still ache, on days like this you know who’s fake
With men on roofs with guns which break our silence, with violence

If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way
If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way

Embargo brits in the spring time
Passed out on floats drifting to the end of the Rhine
Bonjourno does anybody have the time?
Take your baguettes and fuck to the back of the line

This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground
This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground

If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way
If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way, no way

This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground