Lump Street
In a commissioned town, on Lump Street
The brick-hard boy repeats a scripted lie
Eyes to the ground on Lump StreetThere's a broken jaw behind the dog-tooth smile
The grunt and moan behind the night here
Though breath is warm, sex is cold
Nothing is grown on Lump Street
Each piece is fired inside a broken mouldDo you want more
unshapely love?
What you waiting for?
Cut out that lumpShe tore his tongue out at the end of Lump Street
She liked to see the blood beneath his skin
He wore her muscles, kissed the bruisingAway
AwayDo you want more
unshapely love?
What you waiting for?
Cut out that lumpHe's a full-grown man, no shoulder to cry on
raised by wolves and they taught him to bite down hard
No locks on the doors no corner to hide in
scars like armour, dead boys eyesShe's a Lump Street girl, with a blade in her brow
Raised by the state but they tore it all down
They fucked and they fought but it still felt right
Run away from these orange Lump Street lightsGet together now
Find hope
There is a life beyond the one you already know
Get together now
Build a home
There is life beyond the one you already know