Letra de Catcliffe shakedown

Straight down the Parkway follow your nose to a place where nobody wants to go. It´s a fare and a half, they´re having a larf. Everybody´s broken or they´re a dwarf. Pierrot mirror on the wall who is the ace-est of them all? The Catcliffe girl who gets out before her 18th birthday. There´s little old man by the side of the road. Just where he came from nobody knows. He´s so picturesque, a physical wreck, a dirty old bloke with no self-respect. Oh!

Oh God you´d better leave town before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown yeah. It´s a step to the left, a step to the right. You do the Catcliffe Shakedown with all of your might. Oh baby. Shhh... Shhh-Shakedown. Shhh-Shakedown. Pudgy 12 year-olds in Union Jack shorts addicted to coffee-whitener and frankfurters. And those boys who said, "Mister we just want your car cos we´re taking a girl to the reservoir" are outside the pub. Fine figures of men, exercising and dieting just doesn´t suit them. "Have a meal in a glass, we´re having a laugh, just come over here and your face we will smash." Oh!

Oh God you´d better leave town, before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown yeah. Shakedown. Shakedown. Shakedown. Oh! Oh no it´s not that bad really, not if you´ve been living in Bosnia for the last year. Home-brew is still big news around these parts - no airing cupboard should be without it. They were going to build an airport - can you imagine it? "Whilst you´re in the area why not stock up on string or try some of our duty-free, Parkin?" Oh yeah, let´s go.

See the rainbow high above the viaduct glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk. Oh it´s so beautiful but I don´t know what it means. Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising? And our idea of sophisticated humour is setting fire to our farts with disposable lighters. Why not try our delicious lager-style drink with a chocolate-flavoured candy-covered biscuit? "Look at those buttercups over there Mummy!" "Hold one under your chin", "What´s butter mummy?", "Oh, it´s just a different make of margarine". See the rainbow high above the viaduct glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk. Oh it´s so beautiful but I don´t know what it means. Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising?

The film now cuts to reveal who is watching this docu-drama. A middle-class couple sit in wonder as the titles roll. All the nicotine-stains and beer-bellies in this programme were real. But upstairs in his room, amongst the Airfix planes, is a small boy. He sits in the dark, listening for the sound of the train that crosses the viaduct at 4 o´clock every morning. The train that carries the dismembered remains, the dismembered remains of matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs, and it´s coming, and it´s coming. Oh yeah!

"What you looking at?" "I don´t know - label fell off." "I´m goin´ aht!" "Am I so beautiful you can´t stop looking at me? Am I so beautiful?" "You don´t scare me." "I´ll take you all on." "You and whose army?" "Me - me and my fist-y."

Catcliffe you don´t intimidate me, your Parkway and your shopping centre, your Panda Pops, your pottery, your motorway junction, your overwhelming stench of failure. Lives that never left first base, stunted by vapours from the cooling towers and I will do everything, everything in my power to get away from you. Oh yeah.