Lyrics

In a dirty seaside town At the very edge of the earth In a dirty seaside town Where we hide away our poor No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now, no fun now No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun I grow larger and I grow slower All this sweet or bitter or bland I'm so flat can't get no lower Crushed like the tins that cover the sand Your rubbish, the [?] shout at me But no bin lorry ever comes round here "You're rubbish," my caseworker tells me As my payments default again Bring on the saints and bring on the angels Where is my kingdom, my kingdom of God? In a dirty seaside town At the very edge of the earth In a dirty seaside town Where we hide away our poor No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now, no fun now No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun [?] man in the cradle Said I would get my reward I'll been [?] like medieval matter As I lie in the slime of the earth So messed up, I no longer matter I need a new god or a Simon Cowell Stuck in a static in Camber Sands Waiting for my tide to come in The light's not red, not green but amber Only pausing and going nowhere In a dirty seaside town At the very edge of the earth In a dirty seaside town Where we hide away our poor No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now, no fun now No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun In a dirty seaside town At the very edge of the earth In a dirty seaside town Where we hide away our poor No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now at the end of the pier No fun now, no fun now No fun, no fun, no fun, no fun