Follow the trail of the supermarket bags
Down Prospect Road
Young bodies frail lying crumpled under rags
Down Prospect Road
Her thoughts run pale and she shakes between the fags
Down Prospect Road
The Christmas mail lies unopened in a pile of black bags
Where all these prospects lie unsold.
All shoots run bad
Take out the money
All fruit turns black
Take out the money
All comforts pass
Take out the money
All cultures clash
It's all lies.
All shoots run bad
Take out the money
All fruit turns black
Take out the money
All comforts pass
Take out the money
All cultures clash
It's all lies.
The gift shop failed and they sacrificed the stock
On Prospect Road
The children wail and the parents watch the clock
On Prospect Road
Work boots for sale just to get back in the black
On Prospect Road
The market's stale but the landlord wants to sell the block
And make these people pay what's owed.
All shoots run bad
Take out the money
All fruit turns black
Take out the money
All comforts pass
Take out the money
All cultures clash
It's all lies.
All shoots run bad
Take out the money
All fruit turns black
Take out the money
All comforts pass
Take out the money
All cultures clash
It's all lies.
The Christmas mail lies unopened in a pile of black bags
Where all these prospects lie unsold.