Fish from the paper
Fresh from the sea
Cracks in the pavement
The city in siege

I don´t know where to escape it or who to believe
I can´t find an opinion that ain´t on it´s knees
Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn´t be

We´re gonna to wake up the nation and don´t be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We´re going to wake up the nation, don´t be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands

Nowhere to be
Nowhere to bleed

Get your face out the Facebook and turn off your phone
What with the death of the post box, nowhere feels home

Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn´t be

Nowhere to be
Nowhere to bleed

We´re gonna to wake up the nation and don´t be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We´re going to wake up the nation, don´t be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands

We´re gonna to wake up the nation and don´t be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We´re going to wake up the nation, don´t be no drag

Shake up the station and out of their hands