Testo Leave Fast

The dark grey vistas of this weathered
Place
The blue star on The Nautilus
The old boys like chimneys
The mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses, broken fridges and torn up sofas
The boy racers, tearing down the beehive road, leading out to coastlines where kids freeze their lungs and run amongst the rolling dunes away from everyone

Leave fast or stay forever An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever

Boarded up windows on the promenade
The shells of old nightclubs and half way houses
Intoxicated people battling on the regular in a lazy lowlights bar
Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors being turfed off by the council
Forgotten by our government
A selfish little baby with no responsibility
Watching people die in the cold

Leave fast our stay forever
An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever