Future Of The Left - City Of Exploded Children lyrics

Chicken tikka bath salts found at bus stops Social gravy - sweet momentum Underneath the city of exploded children Underneath the city everything is fine Run to Dixons, sons of Hackney Pleasure gardens kissed by landslides Underneath the city of exploded children Underneath the city everything is fine Hunt where you eat Make a stand where the elephants sleep In the drum of a brand new watergun Fall in lines on the common sheep He is one, he is two He is nothing to our thousands The morning light will make our victory cleaner Their minds will echo to our rhapsody In four weeks time we will break our fast And the weight will re-appear And we'll never get home cos nobody does And we'll never go poor in spite of ourselves And the smell of smoke will collect in their bones From Aberdeen to the edge of the world Fall in lines on the common sheep He is one, he is two He is nothing to our thousands