The concrete, as dry as it seems
It ain't no different to the freedom you dream
Don't give me this like your nitty tat-tat
The street light at night conformation is that

What does it take to make it all wrong?
Why don't you breath and let the bouncing bomb
Get you?
The fear of anarchy
Get you
It runs away from me
Get you
It runs away from me

I am nothing no really, really
I am the sunbed under the arse of the Philip Green
Meat sweats and carpets that fly
The Prince of Persia's got a nice life

What does it take to make it all wrong?
Why don't you breath and let the bouncing bomb
Get you?
The fear of anarchy
Get you
It runs away from me
Get you
It runs away from me
The bouncing bomb
The bouncing bomb
The bouncing bomb
The bouncing bomb

The bouncing bomb of Sodom

Sodom!!!!

The fear of anarchy
It runs away from me