Concrete Kerb Songtext

each time i step outside i hear birds and strings and prettiful things
so what you gotta do round here, to get a reaction
body part - violent verb - city boy face - concrete kerb
and if you wanna get it done then you gotta make a wish.
sharpen that credit card baby
and you thought we were asleep right through the rape, but we werent and we loved it
oh sweet lord i bore myself, i bore myself into pieces, for you to pick me up.
and bla bla bla i dont like cars nor coffee shops trendy wine bars, but we'll teach ourselves to care...