I remember thinkin' murder in the car Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti, we are your children coming in with spray cans of paint I remember the sunset and the plains of cement And the way the night seems to turn the color of orangeade In this town cellular phones are hot with ~thieves~ In this town we all go to terminal pubs It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life From this town, the English Army grind their teeth into glass You know you'll get a kicking tonight Smell of puke and piss Smell of puke and piss on your stilettos Here comes that panic attack My heart stops, then it starts Give me a drink I'll drink your round I take you round the pole It's cold up here You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city either way, you'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city