Lyrics Clang Of The Concrete Swans - Comet Gain

Clang Of The Concrete Swans

Houses out of giro, christenings out of bread
Just another sad, sad car park death
Their dreams are out of sync with what their mates think
The brewed poll chance of a pisshead stink
Manic voices of the British press cry
«Swallow the lies of national pride»
I feel a fist of fear
Bathroom suicides
Initiate the bull neck and watch him rise
I get shivers down my back
What’s going to happen to the dim bulbs?
What’s going to happen to your life?
Chris and Christine got nowhere to run
Cause slums are the pyramids of the eschaton
They got the death factory blues
Oh, the high street broken girls have lost their way
Screaming, texting, emotions ripped away
Pregnant on the bust, daydreams rust to dust
Oh boss, no play got you lost
Are you lost?
All you brittle concrete swans
We should have let them have their fun
Oh be young, be someone
Be someone rebel, vicious, dumb
Extant birth of delinquent desires
Defeated by the nation and its funeral pyres
The psychic warfare weakens the weird
These wayward swans can’t get out of here
Get out of here
He wants to make a spell to free this English hell
Give him a voice for the words he wants to tell
He’s rubbing his eyes, there’s no exit signs
He’s rubbing his eyes, there’s no exit signs
Find the forever in what you’re thinking
Find the forever in who you’re kissing
Escape escape escape into your dream
Escape escape escape right out of here
The debasement of his daydreams keeps the pigs down
Debriefing distraction and fall through the cracks
The demons are loose in the city center
You can’t hide your hate forever
Forever
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
(Hear the clang of the concrete swans)
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard
Let their howling hearts be heard