If I dont get somewhere, find it and go ahead
I will forever walk these dirty streets
be forever better off dead.
Thats why I am fighting these days with everything ive got left
so close to being stuck that if I stick Ill die a long drawn out death.
Manchesters love will intoxicate me and hold me like it knows me
Manchesters love, Manchesters love, it will suffocate me slowly
Because Manchesters dying of passion
the scenes changed and the destined Manc is now out of fassion.
And it is right because if there is a Manc left hes mearly dirty like the others
the citys bright light hides the lost child that slowly suffers
and the clean hands dont understand the skin that covers our industrual mothers
the knuckles of the drunken fighter are cut to pieces
and he doesnt know why hes fighting or what hes fighting for
all he knows is, he cant leave this
this girl from the astate?
you say everyone knows those hoes have deaseases
in the silence she can not hear the dream in darkness she can not see it
nobody can feel it
are hearts are cold like the man in the blacked out car
he points the gun everyone freezes
the church is now a dumping ground
even a true catholic questions Jesus
if we were the boys of st vincents would they believe us?
its as if the truth came out and they no longer need us
but yet still my confession of my countless crimes in confinement to the silence answers the bleeding knuckles from the violence.
It tells me it is not too late
And in my Manchester silence gives me back my faith.