South Coast
where it's always raining
South Coast
where I'm forever drowning
South Coast
where I've been slowly dying

Breathing in the morning air
Breathing out a steady stream of steam
Hands through gelled up hair
Only an hour ago was lost in a dream

Looking at the watch three times
Hiding in the bus shelter from the rain
Trying to find words for clever rhymes
Watching a chip packet float down the drain

In a town where nobody says your name
They've kept you away from the Esplanade
The days never change, it's always the same
Often you just have to cry, breaking the facade

The bus arrives at eight past eight
To take you away from an empty life
Going north would surely create a better fate
How very foolish I was, I still remain in terrible strife

To wind up in some hellish factory
Numbed by grease and grime and ignorance
Even when clutching to a minor degree
When you're born this way, you never stand a chance