Down on the corner
Deep in to English Avenue
Cast to the shadows
Drawn by what towers over you
Shop through the market
Hyde bore, wasted lust induced
Hands in the pockets
Ignore the low and destitute
Yeah
Where were we supposed to go?
Yeah
How were we supposed to know?
Preach to the parish
But God's high, Sunday's wine is dry
Bleed what you cherish
You've built up a living not a life
Shun through the darkness
No mind, you've got your nine to five
Cash in the highlights
Drive by forgotten genocide
Yeah
Where were we supposed to go?
Yeah
How were we supposed to know?
Yeah
Where were we supposed to go?
Yeah
How were we supposed to know?
Yeah
Where were we supposed to go?
Yeah
How were we supposed to know?
