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Blur: Essex Dogs

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 here with spray cans and paint
I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement
And the way the night just seemed to turn the colour of orangeade
In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens In this town
We all go to terminal pubs.
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life In this town
The English army grind their teeth to glass
You'll get a kickin' tonight - smell of puke and piss
Smell of puke and piss on your stilettos.
Here comes that panic attack
My heart stops
And then it starts
Give me a drink I'll drink you round
I 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