"My Town" - Lyrics and Music

If you're travelling from the city to the slum
Past the terraces and tower blocks in grey
There's washing hanging on balconies,
pickin up pollution on the breeze
And streets where kids don't go out to play
You'll be duckin' down the alleyways,
to navigate the concrete maze
Reading the grafitti on the wall
Past windows of broken glass, needles and empty cans,
And houses that aren't houses at all.

A beggar in the street, with nothing to eat,
Picks up his breakfast off the floor.
It's a piece of pizza, dirty and cold
Dropped by a kid the night before
He sits by a drunken man, finishes their last can
And throws his empty bottle at the wall
We call this living in the western world
But this aint living at all

A homeless girl, she wanders around
Pushing her life possesions in a shopping cart
It might not seem a lot, but it's all that shes got
And it's all that shes had since the start
While over the street, where the houses are sweet
With their neat cut lawns and sobriety
They see her pass by, Turn a blind eye,
And talk of a classless society

So if you're travelling from the city to the slum
Past the terraces and tower blocks in grey
Take heed of the writing on the walls
It ain't just some random scrawl,
of a kid who's left home and run away
It's a social commentary, of everything that you and me
Have done to make the world this way
And don't believe a word of the politicians blurb
The writing on the wall is here to stay