In a world where all sentences end with ‘mate'
And people live in a housing estate
Broken car windows, with radios gone
And single mothers flash their thong
Where the sky is grey but the soul is blue
Where nothing is real and nothing is true
Pit Bull terriers wander ahead
Of the tattooed skinhead
Down the road, past the graffiti
Sprayed on the walls of the disused factory
‘Yesterday believed in you
Where the sky is grey but the soul is blue'
