Stunned by the stillness of it all
Waiting in vain for the almighty crash
As little England rips itself to pieces
Buried my grandma along with her world
And this twisted mutation is where I reside
Wallowing in the light of the monitor
Whoa
Whoa
We are the scum who overstayed their welcome
Scribed on the walls in the back lane by my flat
Teenage premonitions of Armageddon
Don't you let it get you
Don't fall in the mire
Hold your head up higher
Don't you let it sigh
Mark my words
This is the leveller
Whoa
Scurry around my town, silent for miles
With a cancer in my blood and a ringing in my ear
And the fear is the closest thing to fun that I have
Whoa
Don't you let it get you
Don't fall in the mire
Hold your head up, hold your head up
Don't you let it, don't you let it
Don't fall in, don't fall in
Don't fall in, don't fall in
Whoa
Oh
Whoa
