Essex Dogs - Blur, Thurston Moore

I remember thinking murder in the car

Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns

I remember the graffiti

We are your children coming in with spray cans of paint

I remember the sunset and the plains of cement

And the way the night seems to turn the color of orangeade

In this town cellular phones are hot with thieves (teens)

In this town we all go to terminal pubs

It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life

From this town, the English Army grind their teeth into glass

You know you’ll get a kicking tonight

Smell of puke and piss

Smell of puke and piss on your stilettos

Here comes that panic attack

My heart stops

Then it starts

Give me a drink

I’ll drink your round

I’ll take you round the pole

It’s cold up here (I see the universe waiting by a minibus)

You’ll catch the flu or you’ll catch the city

Either way

You’ll catch the flu or you’ll catch the city