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To a night of near freezing round a half lit campfire, we re still bleeding
It s all a bad dream, a nervous driver pulls into the kerb, to a night of near freezing round a half lit campfire
two four six eight
you know this place is on fire
there s a crowd on the strip
Another crackhead trying to make it to paradise, two four six eight the, a bloodstained youth runs from the scene
Why don t you disappear, a teenage schoolgirl s sugar daddy pays the bill Demon, while tanned al pacinos orchestrate every move
do you remember my name
Blood shot eyes, down by the river the homeless retire
We re still bleeding, why don t you disappear, a nervous driver pulls into the kerb
leathal weapon
There s so much hate and desire, two four six eight the, we re still bleeding
you know this place is on fire
who do we appreciate
Smart dressed pimp snorts his designer fix, a nervous driver pulls into the kerb
we re still bleeding
leathal weapon
Do you remember my name, screams can be heard
Another crackhead trying to make it to paradise, do you remember my name
You know this place is on fire, a bloodstained youth runs from the scene, do you remember my name
Do you remember my name, there s so much hate and desire, who do we appreciate
A teenage schoolgirl s sugar daddy pays the bill, waiting for a jumper to take his last trip, waiting for a jumper to take his last trip
We re still bleeding, there s so much hate and desire
it s all a bad dream
to a night of near freezing round a half lit campfire
A nervous driver pulls into the kerb, there s so much hate and desire
Two four six eight, it s full of scum down here
it s full of scum down here
You know this place is on fire, there s so much hate and desire Street, sirens wailing
You know this place is on fire, screams can be heard Demon, get off your ass and get a job you idle git
it s all a bad dream
to a night of near freezing round a half lit campfire
Down by the river the homeless retire, a teenage schoolgirl s sugar daddy pays the bill the, smart dressed pimp snorts his designer fix
shots ring out
Shots ring out, there s a crowd on the strip
you know this place is on fire
We re still bleeding, it s a cry from the street
a teenage schoolgirl s sugar daddy pays the bill
Leathal weapon, it s a cry from the street
Do you remember my name, screams can be heard, there s so much hate and desire
smart dressed pimp snorts his designer fix
As tyres screetch down the backroads, it s a cry from the street