Hit the North - Live

My cat says ack
 Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
 Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford
 Just sav...
 Computers infest the hotels
 Cops (I'm, uh, wired) to catch criminals
 They're not too bad, I think what the hell, they talk to God
 Those were just savages, those were just savages
 In Him we trust
 Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
 Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck.
 Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale
 lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks
 Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
 Those big big big wide streets
 Those useless MPs
 Those useless MPs
 Hit the North
 All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath
 The government say, the government says
 Go forth, go forth
 No lights so pretty
 In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian
 lager,
 the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North