This is our town, this is Friday night Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone. Stare across the floor as they begin to dance Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps And we laugh and we drink in our corner again We're better than them
Divided we were born, divided we live Divided we fall, divided we die Still we tell ourselves over and over again We're better than them
With our hunger and our hatred, we all walk this town With our fear and our weakness - just holding on With our doubt and our emptiness and this cold, cold frown We've got to be so important, we'll put the whole damn world down And we build the walls that we can hide behind And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride Here in this town where the jealousies burn We're watching you 'Cause truth is only what we need it to be To bring us survival through each and every day When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home - just be cool And what was she wearing and what did he say? Who goes with who and what did they do? We tell ourselves over and over again
Compositores: Justin Edward Sullivan (Slade The Leveller), Robert Charles Heaton (Artthrobbe Rokk) ECAD: Obra #4422496