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)

* + ** = When rounds start