You Look So Sad

Acid thrown from a silver tray
Stripping paint off the cars on the roadside
A Mini Cooper and a Peugeot Cabriole
Last night it drained past the speeding traps
Past the iron gated playground
The bungalows and professional flats.
All the people that we fear, all the houses we live near.
And the mothers are crying, and the fathers are yelling
And they look so sad.
Traffic slips into the ten mile zone
The money's good but the hours aren't great
All you need is a car and a mobile phone
Tracksuits: the riches of the poor
French sports company dividends, that new ring road Tesco superstore.



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Writer(s): Dave Brown
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