(intro) The sun has wound down on Birmingham. The day cleared up. It's pretty grand. I did a little job with a friend of mine. Emptied the pockets of the people in line. I could do a lot worse on a saturaday night. I could sit in my flat and think of maybes and mights. I've been a long time coming just to get to here. If it comes this easy, you don't shed a tear. We do what we can, in Birmingham. We stick to the plan, in Birmingham. We make a few grand, in Birmingham. We live off the land, in Birmingham. Maybe I should clarify: I'm a bit complicated for such a simple guy. I don't need much, a few little things, some illicit riches to live like a king. I never was one to really believe all that talk about being where you're supposed to be. The truth is a joke, well it's just a cliche, like: "Life's what you make it" or "Live for today". We're taking a stand, in Birmingham. We stick it to the man, in Birmingham. We grow on the land, in Birmingham. We don't give a damn, in Birmingham. We do what we can, in Birmingham. We stick to the plan, in Birmingham. We make a few grand, in Birmingham. We live off the land, in Birmingham.