‘Penge Civic Anthem'

So…we emerge at the junction blinking
And looking for signs
Everything is everywhere –
In your face, down your throat
And clogged inside

It's insane to imagine these as the streets
Of anyone's youth tonight
But they were, you know –
Never more than an open door
From a spluttering fire

Oh, baby,
How I hate these times

Oh, baby, you know me so much better than that!
Remember, if fortune were fire
Mine would be the scattered remains
Of carcinogenic ash;
Just as heart-warming as suicide

Oh, baby, I suppose it's at best our lot
And at worst our birthright
To dismiss our hearts and smother our heads
With whatever we can get
That will make us blind

Oh, baby, baby, baby
How I fucking hate these times.