[Verse 1] Arts, culture and science are non-existent Concepts in this sh**ty city deserving only of pity And all those who live here are second-cla** citizens Or every person's a working-cla** citizen This town, in decay from decades gone by Under the hand of Thatcher the men they once died There are empty shopping malls but the wind freeing An Asda bag's almost the only life on Northumberland Street Then on the broken bridges under skies of smog with an Angel on the other side selling cheap loaves from Morrison's The hen-night party goers throw up in the sight of a priest And the vermin at the top take their slice of the feast [Verse 2] The council asked a man from the East's south
For funds, he just told them “There's no hope for Apocalypse Town” I can't afford the web or books Now they've had to shut down all these Libraries and youth clubs that had kept him out the streets The economy's improving, so say the Tories But what about unemployment with youth and in the North East It's funny – we hated the church for how they viewed marriages Now I'm running back to them for their food banks in these Tough times, no heat this winter, I'm 24 and Struggling to get my daughter fed, recently born So for me and my family's home, life's gone to sh** now But don't tell me that where I lives' Apocalypse Town