paroles de chanson Town - Vore Complex feat. George Appleton

'Cos going down to Melbourne Park after dark is a lark
When it's half past four in the morn
And you're knocking down the door
Throwing up on the floor
Clean up is a chore
Time is hard to ignore
And don't you have work at nine?

It's easy to get fucked in Chelmsford
It's easy to get chucked in Chelmsford
We're all out of luck in Chelmsford
And it's not just the prices

There's the new Bond Street where we'll meet
And pretend we don't care about the stares
That lounge in the chairs
And complain about the fucking fares
'Cos we all know it's just a fashion game
And it's such a shame that nothing matters anymore

There used to be ticket stubs
And a love of pubs
With a band playing in the corner
Now another trendy club
A Shoreditch snub
Makes another musical mourner

It's desolate here but the talent shines through
Yet all of those groups are fragmented
The music's history
Though it shouldn't be
In the town where radio was invented