Desperation on every street corner
Let the blues through, they'll restore order
They are not bad men
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends

A man shot dead while the world slept
The killer free, the police said
“a spider lived under my bed
And I was scared, I broke its legs”

These days have no up or down
What the fuck keeps us hanging around?
In the barracks, behind the keyboards
We are the bird-song, we are the seabed

Back in the trees, saying words wrong
The bailiffs climb and find us
Holding water in our hands
A nurse was thrown into their van
“an avalanche fell from your roof
You let it drown and bury you”

When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth (x2)


They're strangers, they're in Hollywood
(When you hold them to account, They'll spit you out, Just a bad taste)
They're your neighbours you left back in your childhood
(in their mouth)
Your fathers that won't make amends
(When you hold them to account, They'll spit you out Just a bad taste)
They're in schools, they're your boyfriends
(in their mouth)

When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth

When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth

When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
* (When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth)
** (When you hold them to account
They'll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth)