Leave Fast - Sam Fender

Dark grey vistas of this weathered place

The blue star on The Nautilus

The old boys like chimneys

Mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses

And broken fridges and torn up sofas

The boy racers tearing down the Beehive road

Leading out to coastlines

Where kids freeze their lungs

And run amongst the rolling dunes away from everyone

Oh, leave fast or stay forever

An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever

Leave fast or stay forever

Boarded up windows on the promenade

The shells of old nightclubs and halfway houses

Intoxicated people battling on the regular

In a lazy low-lights bar

Poor souls sleeping on shop front doors

Being turfed off by the council

Forgotten by our government

A selfish little baby with no responsibility

Watching people die in the cold

Oh, leave fast or stay forever

An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever

An old man told me to leave fast or stay forever

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