Lump Street

In a commissioned town, on Lump Street
 The brick-hard boy repeats a scripted lie
 Eyes to the ground on Lump Street
 There's a broken jaw behind the dog-tooth smile
 The grunt and moan behind the night here
 Though breath is warm, sex is cold
 Nothing is grown on Lump Street
 Each piece is fired inside a broken mould
 Do you want more
 unshapely love?
 What you waiting for?
 Cut out that lump
 She tore his tongue out at the end of Lump Street
 She liked to see the blood beneath his skin
 He wore her muscles, kissed the bruising
 Away
 Away
 Do you want more
 unshapely love?
 What you waiting for?
 Cut out that lump
 He's a full-grown man, no shoulder to cry on
 raised by wolves and they taught him to bite down hard
 No locks on the doors no corner to hide in
 scars like armour, dead boys eyes
 She's a Lump Street girl, with a blade in her brow
 Raised by the state but they tore it all down
 They fucked and they fought but it still felt right
 Run away from these orange Lump Street lights
 Get together now
 Find hope
 There is a life beyond the one you already know
 Get together now
 Build a home
 There is life beyond the one you already know