Albert Road

Three rocks short of a dry stone wall

Steve's mate's son used to play in The Fall

Primary colours on their way to the public house

To break up a fight between a mistress and her mother

And her lover and his spouse

But don't take their prejudice to heart

They hate everyone

The world around them never showed how loving can be fun

And that's why they are how they are

And that's why they don't get very far

That's why they are how they are

And that's why they don't get very far

Chips, gravy and cheese

On your knees

Watching the sun settle down

When we were younger

We would complain

"Go find something to do," Mum said

But there was nowt

But now I don't see those cobbles and kerbs

I don't hear the blues anymore

I've got a war of roses for a head

I am the stem and I am the thorn

So don't take our prejudice to heart

We hate everyone

The world around us never showed how loving can be fun

That's why we are how we are

And that's why we don't get very far

And that's why we are how we are

And that's why we don't get very far