Growing old, around these streets   Never really felt quite like, like anything   Expect nothing, and have the chance   To really go somewhere, that you can't      My love is exploitation   Not a passing celebration   And I don't want to feel   Like a part of history      Gonna' turn this town, upside down   We can die well, in their eyes   Just to feel   Promises broken, at a quarter past five   Burning fires, on the railway hillsides      My love is exploitation   Not a passing celebration   And I don't want to feel   Like a part of history      And the grass is greener, on the other side   That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see   We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming   We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming   We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming      My love is exploitation   Not a passing celebration   And I don't want to feel   Like a part of history      And the grass is greener, on the other side   That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see