Lyrics

my street is filled with eyes half-closed, its soul lies in totters dressed in slutty old clothes
text me on your mobile I'm your digital clone, we'll all float to hell debt-ridden and stoned
ignore the law 'cause we don't give a fuck, assault on the aged we don't even look up
it's all a rush to your gridlock, mind-block, your life clocks ticking, boy I wouldn't get up
here we go 'round again, stumbling down our personalised dead ends
the heart of the town id flickering off and on, we're chained to the task
the beating's don't make you strong, it just turns you on
your street is mine but its out of our hands (mines mine, stay out)
there's thieves in the garden got my head on their plans (mines mine, stay out)
my street is heavy from the junk in its veins, you know the tigers' really feeling the strain
I see that cloud come around you again (mines mine, stay out)
here we go 'round again, stumbling down our personalised dead ends
the heart of the town is flickering off and on, we're chained to the task
the beating don't make you strong, it just turns you on
Here we go 'round again