Run that one by me again
You're telling me you're my friend?
With your hand in my pocket
And a gun to my ear?
It's a really unusual blend

Perhaps I am being obtuse?
And perhaps you have many a use
Normally, you'd see I'm a really nice bloke
But there's only so much I can lose

So burn down the house
We're tearing up the street
This land will belong to us all
There's no telling what fate you will meet
In the end

Keep a picture of you by the bed
Keep the words that you said in your head
A convenient way to imagine (I guess)
All the things that they'll say when you're dead

So burn down the house
We're tearing up the street
This land will belong to us all
There's no telling what fate you will meet
In the end
Liverpool, London and Leeds
From Bolton to Aberdeen today
Your long race it nearly undone
Thy will be undone today

I'm clambering over your fence
(please note the present tense)
I've spent thirty odd years
With a flea in my ear
So forgive me if I seem tense

So burn down the house
We're tearing up the street
This land will belong to us all
There's no telling what fate you will meet
In the end

Liverpool, London and Leeds
From Bolton to Aberdeen today
Your long race is nearly done
Thy will be undone today

Like unbranded fish fingers
Or "Give Us a Clue"
Your era is ended
Your payment is due
All that you'll be in a couple of years
Is a frown and a shrug and a "hmm... wasn't he..?"