I’m stronger than you
In so many ways
I’m losing my cool
That’s what’s they says
In a downmarket dream
Buying second hand gear
Won’t fit in them well
But I won’t shed another tear
I know I’m meeting you soon
At the Hammersmith Palais
We can take ourselves away
From the green and the grey
We only know our sky
This concrete underfoot
Street lamps and the railings
Technology watching us
There’s silver in our pockets
Gold inside the telephones
Plasma on the TV screens
So many things we own
Niteclubs for vaccinations
Music venues selling lights
Stadiums for our bodies
No need for human rights
So break it up and break it down
Forget about the streets
So tear it up and push us down
It’s just police and thieves, oh yeah.
Lyric writing, making music and the creative process