walk the fleet road

a winter wind blows

in from the north

scratches your spine

cold like the forth. but you're a long way from home

through the dark we tiptoe

the hospital looms

as we walk fleet road. hold your tongue

swallow your venom

you're too young

hold your tongue. no push and no shove

spit your verbal mace

hate can turn to love not this for this human race

ohhhh!

hold your tongue

swallow your venom

you're too young

hold your tongue. hold your tongue

swallow your venom

you're too young

hold your tongue.