Lyrics
What we built from
Black Country ground
In your car out
Of this small town
You on back of
My new push-bike
Wheelie-ing
Down Thunder Road tonight
And I never felt so brave
On that unusually forgiving Sunday
What we built to
Keep ourselves warm
Burnt your hand and
Charmed the locals
All those mistakes
Laid out plainly
Anyone could see!
That the clamp was breaking me!
And one more time
For the record
Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little late to the party
Now everybody's coming up
I guess I should've had something else to say
Now everybody's coming up
What we built must fall to the rising flames