Lyrics:

*One, two, three, four My town, it looks like yours Run down, worn out, all shut doors Broken windows, empty halls Where no one gives a fuck at all

My town, it looks like yours Never rains, it only pours No man’s land of evil thoughts Where no one gives a fuck at all*

You You don’t know why You never talk about what’s deep inside*

My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears behind closed doors

Never talk about our fear Don’t know why we’re living here My town

My town, it looks like yours Needles scattered on the floor Body parts in bags, in wheelie bins

My town, it looks like yours No one here can trust the law You win the fight, but lose the war

You You don’t know why You never talk about what’s deep inside

My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears behind closed doors Never talk about our fear Don’t know why we’re living here My town

You let your dog shit on the street

You kick the roses with your feet

You punch each other in the teeth

You drink until you all fall down

You piss all over sacred ground

You hate yourselves and you hate me

You You don’t know why You never talk about what’s deep inside

My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears behind closed doors Never talk about our fear Don’t know why we’re living here My town

Human curated subtitles available in the cog menu.

Apologies for the overt Britishness but this is very accurate to basically all of our minor to middling towns. Frank Carter is from Hemel Hempstead if anyone was wondering.