tick a tock a clock watch a band from the right
incited heavy violence with bottles, bricks, bits and bobs
scared the tyrants
innocence we all got
sirens
sound from the silence
migrants run up through your tunnels, end up in the highlands
bygones are long gone
and my love is oh so realistically near none
strongest still here son
car parked argument a man woman re-run
the same old backchat targetting the loved one