Frightening       (Callard/Townsend)

 

Step down to Marylebone Station, if you pass Go don't get fined

Don't tread on the boards on the West End, don't rave at the slaves who dine
Suck it up like an old man's pipe dream, suck it in like grapefruit vines
Top hat, tip it to the master, more poetry is needed? Fine!
Time is all we have on our side
Time is all we have... to decide!  

 

I was lost in the pain and anguish growing up in a council hell 
Don't read, don't lead, just bleed on the curbs and the doors where the posters fell
Was a chartist, pavement artist, rising, prizing, scribing lines
Last orders, rivals' borders, still more art is needed? Fine!
Time is all we have on our side
Time is all we have... to decide!  

 

O-way-a-ho!! It's a damn shat fight we're living breathing for
Way-a-ho!! In a monumental effigy of poor
Way-a-ho!! It's a ransacked life we're fighting feeling for
Way-a-ho!! And it's frightening....oh it's frightening...

It's frightening (so frightening...)

 

Gaslight, moonlight, tongue-tied...
Gaslight, moonlight, tongue-tied...
Gaslight, moonlight, tongue-tied...
Gaslight, moonlight, tongue-tied, downright!
Gaslight, moonlight, tongue-tied, downright!

 

 

O-way-a-ho!! It's a damn shat fight we're living breathing for
Way-a-ho!! In a monumental effigy of poor
Way-a-ho!! It's a ransacked life we're fighting feeling for
Way-a-ho!! And it's frightening....oh it's frightening...

It's frightening... so frightening...