New tenement lung
Bargain model
Always fit you like a glove
Charming what you've done
Your motherless touch
Scrapes the skin clean of mid-century rust

So come out with your hands up
Don't believe a word I say

Give us your first born son
Throw down the keys
It's much too late so
Don't come back for me

So come out with your hands up
Don't believe a word I say

Here you are
The cross you've abandoned
Beating heart, the one you adore

Every scraped knee speaks
In the language of the lost
Every wheel-hand sleeps
Through the fog
Beating heart
Factory guard
Could you even hear yourself
Crawling in the dark?

I've said too much

So come down (So come down)
So come down (So come down)

Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you adore
Lock up the ones you...