Bd7 Lyrics - New Model Army

Well the warm wind blew through the 60s 

But it didn't blow much round here 

Disappointment hidden in the jutting chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway' 

White paint daubed on a gritstone wall, the words of the prophets told 

And we smiled to ourselves every time we walked by 

The junction up on All Saints Road 

'It's a mean old scene' 

It doesn't do much for business or the paper-crack West-End dream 

The council took it down every now and again 

But it was written up fresh and clean 

Stick your head above the parapet 

They're going to arrange to put you down 

Bad stories in the clubs at night, scrap metal in a rusting town 

'It's a mean old scene' 

BD7 and October evenings of endless rain 

The backed-up storm drains bubbling and hissing 

And the cats all running for shelter, fur matted and drenched 

Twenty-nine years on and nothing's changed 

Though in the end they took it down stone by stone 

But we're still laughing all the way to the edge 

Of our beloved, unredeemable, desperate town 

'It's a mean old scene'