[Verse 1]

Arts, culture and science are non-existent

Concepts in this shitty city deserving only of pity

And all those who live here are second-class citizens

Or every person’s a working-class citizen

This town, in decay from decades gone by

Under the hand of Thatcher the men they once died

There are empty shopping malls but the wind freeing

An Asda bag’s almost the only life on Northumberland Street

Then on the broken bridges under skies of smog with an

Angel on the other side selling cheap loaves from Morrison’s

The hen-night party goers throw up in the sight of a priest

And the vermin at the top take their slice of the feast

[Verse 2]

The council asked a man from the East’s south

For funds, he just told them

“There’s no hope for Apocalypse Town”

I can’t afford the web or books

Now they’ve had to shut down all these

Libraries and youth clubs that had kept him out the streets

The economy’s improving, so say the Tories

But what about unemployment with youth and in the North East

It’s funny – we hated the church for how they viewed marriages

Now I’m running back to them for their food banks in these

Tough times, no heat this winter, I’m 24 and

Struggling to get my daughter fed, recently born

So for me and my family’s home, life’s gone to shit now

But don’t tell me that where I lives’ Apocalypse Town