Walk the Fleet Road - Editors

A winter wind blows

In from the north

Scratches your spine

Cold like the forth

But you’re a long way from home

Through the dark we tiptoe

The hospital looms

As we walk the fleet road

Hold your tongue

Swallow your venom

You’re too young

Hold your tongue

No push and no shove

Spit your verbal mace

Hate can turn to love

Not for this human race

Hold your tongue

Swallow your venom

You’re too young

Hold your tongue

Hold your tongue

Swallow your venom

You’re too young

Hold your tongue

My heart

Will explode

As we walk

The fleet road