I want you to be the way   i want you to be   and when you're not   it hurts me   like shredded tape   something sticky   for security   wrapped tight around a metal box   to imitate security   there's a blue sky over me   but the fear is on me      in a place where ball games are strictly forbidden   luxury 2-bedroomed apartments   overlook the traffic lights   next to the rails   it's a hot day   it's a, it's a hot day   a lazy day for some   but i'm bringing from the inside   all these things      i see a wall   i know it's gonna fall down   maybe hurt somebody   after it's been   tagged and fly posted   it's a rush job   it looks good for long enough   knock em out and sell em   move on   it's a fast buck   and the race is on   to get in get out   get what you want   get out   it's the short-term   the long-term can look after itself   unless you happen to be living here   i've got to stop      (chorus)   people are squinting to block out the sun   complaining or soaking it up   praying for rain the next minute   for a scorched earth   what's it worth   enough is never   enough   let's have a little moan   put the world to right   sit back and watch it all slide by   it's a view from a train   pay somebody else to drive   see the suits   i see the suits sunning themselves on the steps   of the supermarket   and i think of you and i'm alone like this   burning from the inside      i found a new door   i didn't know where it went   i went through   i came out in this shopping mall where   boys wear england shirts   and west ham shirts and arsenal shirts   and the boys from dagenham wear jackets   called harlem   grinning at the door at the   Ann Summers sex shop   it's st. georges day   and all the old people smile   the young people look hungry   looking for a new door   i'm in the sun   at the back of the shops   where the purple weed thins are pushed against the doors that say   fire exit   the smell of grease   there's a broken glass thing under my feet   the boys stop for a smoke in the sun   and watch girls cross from the job centre   to the station   a drunk stands in the door of a pub   a bunch of pea sticks in one hand   a cheery carrier bag   hanging in the other   hanging in the other      girls in england shirts read the papers   and giggle at the table in the cafe   offering homemade dinners   it's good food   but your clothes come out smelling of grease   i got my back to the rail at the end of the ally   by the bypass you might have seen me   scratching all these things   inking it out   deliver us from temptation   and doubt   there's an abandoned trolley   call safe at radio 1      on and on and on   and another england shirt out in the sun   spring falls in pink   on the blacktop and cracks   black and yellow tape covers the scene, of a break in   and every time i think of you i get my peace back      *chorus*