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Track Name: CONCRETE SEA
Rain pools in the street
Cold bites into your veins
Every face has a scar
Getting sucked down into the tar

Her hands are swollen and bruised
Blown out blue tattoos
A cigarette for comfort
Solace in her bottle of booze

She has a story to tell
Another personal hell
The whole city is deaf to a person like her

Everyday we struggle to stay afloat
In a concrete sea that could swallow us down
Hold my hand and hold your breath on dry land
So we don't drown

Struggle to stay afloat in a concrete sea
Struggle to stay afloat in a concrete sea
Hold my hand and hold your breath on dry land
So we don't drown
Track Name: PAULINE
Pauline's got a new bloke, what a wanker
Where'd she pick him up? scroungy bastard
Put his hand up my skirt, sleazy scumbag
Lazy parasite, fucking ex-squaddie
She's no confidence, same old story
Thinks he knows the lot, what a dickhead
Tries to show her up, macho bastard
Take your warning, sling your hook mate

I don't want to lose my friend
Cos her bloke is a dickhead
And he ruins the night when he shows up
Pauline, you're in a rut

Listen up now, she's our friend.
Got her back 'til the end
And you'll rue the night, if you show up
Sling it, just sling your hook

Pauline, you're in a rut
He's no good for you
Track Name: STRAY BULLET
Dealers that have the tender
A community lives in fear
Untouchable men of violence
Wrecking lives and selling gear

Your ma won't sell her body
Your bro won't steal your score
You won't turn on the light in the middle of the night
And find a hard-man at your door

Pills and powders, it's just a lark
Have some fun, there's no harm done
Not your family being ripped apart

Dealers that have the tender
A community lives in fear
Untouchable men of violence
Wrecking lives and selling gear

Fairtrade coffee, union dues
Might cleanse your conscience
But can't you see the truth?

No-one 'round your way ever had to dodge a stray bullet
Track Name: NOWHERE ELSE
Our scene, our fight
Poseurs, yuppies can stand aside
Cos we're going to get pissed tonight
Our crew, side by side
Unspoken bonds last our whole lives
And we're gonna have the craic tonight

I've kept it together the whole week long
I've tried so hard to toe the line
I work all week, pay the bills, pay my dues
Keep in touch with my roots, with my crew
Cos we don't fit in nowhere else

We'll sing, we'll fight
Nowhere to hide
Good night white pride
And we're gonna use our fists tonight
Our crew, side by side
Unspoken bonds last our whole lives
And we're going to have the craic tonight

Nowhere else
We don't fit in nowhere else
Track Name: BACKUP LOADER
7am phone calling
Backup Loader needed to come in
Still in the scratch
I need the cash though
Shake last night's beer off
Lace up my steel toes
Get out the door

Oh what a pointless waste of labour
Oh what a fucking waste of time
Oh what a pointless waste of labour
Build it up, just to tear it down

Band was a no-show
Handy few quid though
My effort wasted
But Extra Stout I can taste it
Track Name: RUNDOWN TOWN
Nobody under 50
Undertakers are busy
Grocery closed after 80 years
All of the chemists do okay

Where is the hope in a rundown town?
Where can it be found?

Smack is getting a foothold
Five bookies on high street
Queues out the welfare door
On signing-on day

Shop fronts like rotten teeth
Street names ancient memories of industry
This town is left to ghosts and decay
I wish it wasn't this way

I'm looking for hope
Hope in a rundown town