Hit The North Lyrics - Ladytron

Hit the North 

My Cat says eeeee-ack 

Hit the North 

95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed [1] 

Computers infest the hotels 

Cops can't catch criminals 

But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God [2] 

Religioussssss 

Hit the North 

Manacled to the city, manacled to the city 

All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath 

There's no lights so pretty 

Those big big big wide streets 

Those useless MPs 

Savages... 

Hit the North (Manacled to the system) 

From the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium, 

Eastender and Victoria's lager, the induced call, mysterious, 

comes 

forth - Hit the North 

(Savages) 

Hit the North