My cat says ack

Hit the North, will ya Hit the North







Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford

Just sav...

Computers infest the hotels

Cops [I'm, uh, wired] to catch criminals

They're not too bad, I think what the hell, they talk to God

Those were just savages, those were just savages

In Him we trust

Hit the North, will ya Hit the North







Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck.







Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale

lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks







Manacled to the city, manacled to the city

Those big big big wide streets

Those useless MPs

Those useless MPs

Hit the North







All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath

The government say, the government says

Go forth, go forth

No lights so pretty







In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian

lager,

the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North