Lump Street

In a commissioned town, on Lump Street

The brick-hard boy repeats a scripted lie

Eyes to the ground on Lump Street

There’s a broken jaw behind the dog-tooth smile

The grunt and moan behind the night here

Though breath is warm, sex is cold

Nothing is grown on Lump Street

Each piece is fired inside a broken mould

Do you want more

unshapely love?

What you waiting for?

Cut out that lump

She tore his tongue out at the end of Lump Street

She liked to see the blood beneath his skin

He wore her muscles, kissed the bruising

Away

Away

Do you want more

unshapely love?

What you waiting for?

Cut out that lump

He’s a full-grown man, no shoulder to cry on

raised by wolves and they taught him to bite down hard

No locks on the doors no corner to hide in

scars like armour, dead boys eyes

She’s a Lump Street girl, with a blade in her brow

Raised by the state but they tore it all down

They fucked and they fought but it still felt right

Run away from these orange Lump Street lights

Get together now

Find hope

There is a life beyond the one you already know

Get together now

Build a home

There is life beyond the one you already know