01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

Some people, when they start,

they can't stop.

They say it can be hereditary.

I'm going to throw up.

His dad was an alcoholic.

I've decided Estella's going to sing

backing vocals for us.

Attempt number 535.

Yesterday, I get a letter.

"Compulsory redundancy",

them call it.

After 15 years.

I propose we march. Rover!

CROWD: Will not die!

Rover!

Before you go, I want to give you

a little message.

Your mission now is to find out

what the Coventry battalion

are planning to do in London.

And if it should turn out that

Virgil's not actually being

truthful with us

Then his guarantor becomes

liable for his mistake.

You and I are going

on a wee trip to London.

I no longer just want this band

to work, I need it to work.

Did you see her arms?

She had needle marks.

You should come to Moseley.

I'll introduce you to some really

interesting people.

Argh! Argh! Argh!

DOG BARKS

It was the third of September

A day I'll always remember

Yes, I will, cos it was the day

That my daddy died

..to tell me the truth

Your papa was a rolling stone,

my son

Wherever he laid his hat

was his home

And when he died ♪

About your plan to make me blue

With some other guy you knew

before

We're two of a kind,

you know I loved you more

It took me by surprise, I must say

When I found out yesterday

Oh, I heard it

through the grapevine ♪

Come on in. We don't bite.

I never had the chance to see

Never heard nothing

but bad things about him

Mama, I'm depending on you to tell

me the truth

And Mama just hung her head

and said

Your papa was a rolling stone,

my son

Wherever he laid his hat

was his home

And when he died

All he left us was a note

Singing, your papa was

a rolling stone ♪

Oh, what, wow!

He's the greatest dancer

Oh, what, wow!

That I've ever seen

Oh, what, wow!

He's the greatest dancer

Oh, what, wow! ♪

Beer, please.

One night in the disco

on the outskirts of Frisco

I was cruisin' with

my favourite g*ng

The place was so boring,

filled with out-of-towners touring

I knew that

it wasn't my thing ♪

Folk said Papa used to beg,

borrow, steal

Hey, mama

f*cking commie!

Trouble-making, sh*t-stirring, f*ck.

n*gg*r.

Mama, I'm calling on you ♪

Rover!

And Mama just hung her head

and said

Your papa was a rolling stone

Wherever he laid his hat

was his home

And when he died ♪

Sh.

Do you want to go for a walk?

Folks say Papa never was much

on thinking

Spent most of his time

chasing women and drinking

Mama, I'm depending on you to tell

me the truth

And Mama just hung her head

and said

Your papa was a rolling stone ♪

Dad!

Wherever he laid his hat

was his home

And when he died ♪

About f*cking time!

You don't easily wake up

from what he's been smoking.

Anyone see ya?

I know what I'm doing.

I used to rob houses.

Actually

I often went to Sutton Coldfield.

Not in my mum's car.

Does your mum know you've

taken her car? No.

She was at Rotary.

Rotary. Wow.

But I asked my dad if it was OK.

And he said yes.

Even though he's dead.

I still talk to my dad,

even though he died two years ago.

Can you ask your dad

if it's OK for me to smoke?

Jeannie.

We're forming a band together

but we don't really know each other

at all, do we? No.

Well maybe we should.

So let's do it.

But no crap.

You can only say things

that you can say in one breath.

What colour are you waiting for?

This is important, OK?

My dad's dead.

My mum's taking a lot of medication

for depression and it's hard.

I used to love a girl in my class

but it passed.

I cut myself sometimes.

I really don't want to become

my mother.

I used to break into houses

and smoke that sh*t.

My mum has had the hardest life

imaginable

and I didn't help but I want to do

something for her one day.

I love her so much

My dad, on the other hand, he

What about your dad?

I won't waste my breath on him.

If we're telling each other things

about ourselves,

I should tell you something

important.

Has to be in one breath.

Before the lights go green again

or we'll be here all night.

No, no, it's Dante,

different rules, let him roll.

f*ck the lights.

If our band is successful

and if we get rich

and if I buy a farm

and if, for whatever reason,

I buy a horse

I will call it Fiona

or Jeannie.

THEY LAUGH

So stand down, Margaret

Stand down, please

Stand down, Margaret

I say stand down, Margaret

Stand down, please

Stand down, Margaret

Stand down, Margaret

Stand down, please

Stand down, Margaret. ♪

Dante, where the f*ck have you been?

We've been rehearsing.

Dante, Dad's been sacked

for misconduct.

So that means no redundancy

when the factory closes.

He's in a bad way,

we need to find him.

Are you f?

Is it you giving him this stuff?

It was Jeannie who got him

away from it.

Dante, listen.

We need to search the estate,

do you understand?

I don't think he can make it.

Listen, straighten up, soldier.

We'll go with him.

Just tell us where to look.

Listen, take your little guardian

angels to Dad's church.

He might've gone there.

There is a place he's more likely

to be heading.

BANGING ON DOOR

Mr Williams.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wire!

Mr Williams, what are you doing?

Let me past

Mr Williams, what are you doing?

I need one bottle of rum.

All right?

Mr Williams, don't do this.

You've come so far.

Come so far! Which part?

Nobody tell me nothin'

about come far!

Y'know, after 23 years,

them give me dismissal notice

for violent and disruptive conduct.

Come far! You don't know nothing.

Where's strong drink, Errol?

Mr Williams.

Mr Williams, I remember as a kid,

we all used to laugh at ya,

when you were drinking.

They used to make you dance!

Remember what that was like,

for Gregory and Dante to see you

like that?

Errol! Shut your mouth!

You've got Jesus now, Mr Williams.

f*ck the Rover, there're other jobs.

There are no other jobs!

The Government is

closing down Birmingham.

They're closing it all f*cking down.

Just

put the bottle down.

Pray.

We'll pray together.

Our Father.

Who art in heaven.

Some f*cking father I am.

Hallowed be thy name.

I've forgotten the next bit.

Hallowed be thy name.

Mr Williams, what comes next?

SOBS: Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

HE SOBS

Thy will be done.

Thy will be done.

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

Come tomorrow way down south

in St Amore

Oh, oh-oh

Reunited with my love

in St Amore

Oh, oh-oh ♪

SHOUTS: Dad!

Jezahel

Jezahel ♪

God

this is Dante.

And I am of no use.

You have to take care of him.

He says only good things about you.

Thy will be done.

Tell him

he doesn't need a job at the Rover.

Dante, your dad can be our driver.

When we get a van, he can drive

the van and take us to gigs.

I've decided to change

the name of the band.

We're going to be called

f*ck The Factory.

So, will you come back with me

tonight? I've got a flat.

I can't tonight.

But I've had a good time.

You mean, you like me

buying you drinks.

More than that.

Really?

Do you even know who I am?

No. Who are you?

I'm someone who

really shouldn't be here.

So am I.

Listen, I've got a place.

I live with a friend. OK.

Have you got a piece of paper

and a pen? Yeah.

OK. OK.

Flat five.

17, Winstanley Gardens.

Camden. Top bell.

It's by the canal.

How romantic. Yeah.

I'll be there Friday night.

Do I get a goodnight kiss?

I have to go. OK.

Uh, I'll see you on Friday.

Uh, at ten.

Yeah. Friday at ten.

OK.

He's barred.

How much has he had?

That's a lot of rum after

how many years?

Four years.

The devil waits his moment

like a sn*per on a roof.

Your family, Virgil.

Your f*cking family.

Don't talk about my family, Wire.

Don't f*cking ever

talk about my family.

When you were a kid,

running around the estate like

a wild f*cking dog,

my mum cooked you egg and chips

and my dad chased away the men

who had use for wild boys.

Yes, my family is broken right now,

but I will fix it.

I will f*cking fix it.

Virgil's got a plan.

Yeah. Virgil does have

a f*cking plan.

You know Robbie Carmen's after you

now, as well as the Ra.

Come on, Dad, let's get out of here.

You're good.

It's one of them dreams again.

Did you hear me, Virgil?

The Ra have threatened to blow up

Robbie Carmen's new club

if you turn out bad.

Because it was him

who recommended ya.

Yeah, well, you can tell

Robbie Carmen I'm almost done.

And there will be

no bombs in Birmingham.

You can tell him, I have a soldier

carrying out a mission

and after that, I will be done.

Thy will be done.

Thanks for trying, though.

Come on. Come on.

Bardon, I swear to God,

what a place this Soho is.

Just sitting here, I've seen some

sights I'm not going to forget.

Is it done, son?

It's definitely him?

Yeah, it was him.

And you made the arrangement?

He'll be by the canal on Friday?

Friday night, ten o'clock.

And when he's by the canal, your

people can put a b*llet in his head.

Not my people, OUR people.

And then his body will be taken away

with the rubbish.

I'm so sorry I had to put you

through that, Bardon.

You know what? He was OK.

He was what, now?

He's a human being.

You know what he is. What is he?

He's one of the engineers

of the strategy starving our heroes

to death in the f*cking H-Blocks!

Another good man dead, two days ago.

He's a member of

the British Government

and that makes him

a legitimate target.

High Command has realised

that blowing up property

and k*lling their soldiers

has no effect.

You have to k*ll THEM.

And then they'll f*cking hear

it go off, all right.

And you have played your part

in a volley of return fire

from their murderous onslaught.

You know, in the club,

in the flashing lights

the f*cking awful disco music

on the dance floor, I saw Nan.

I saw Nan standing there

staring at me

as I laughed and joked with a man

whose death I was arranging

and organising,

and making certain.

And she looked at me

and she turned and walked away.

One, I love

Two, she loves

Three, she's true to me ♪

It's morning, son.

You did well.

Let's head back to

Coventry before the traffic starts.

If they can part

the sand from the sea

Then they can part my true love

from me

One, I love

Two, she loves

Three, she's true to me ♪

Ba!

What?

Everywhere God lives,

there are brilliant acoustics.

He must really love music.

OK, Dad, Dante. I will be quick

but I need to speak to both

of ya.

I will speak to you on behalf

of myself

and on behalf of our mother.

Yeah, hang your f*cking heads.

Gregory, mind your language

in this place

Says the betrayer of all promises.

Look up.

Because I'm going to tell you both

your future.

Our future.

OK, Mum

take a look at your husband

and your son.

Some little f*cking caterpillar

in our family DNA sometimes

sprouts wings, turns into a moth

that flies into the night

and leads our bloodline into danger

and addiction.

Dante.

You first.

Before God, tell Mum what you've

been doing to yourself.

I smoked.

If I hear you say you smoked ganja,

me a' gone k*ll ya' now.

Not ganja, actually, Dad.

It was from the garden,

but I think it was heroin.

Hold on, you smoked what?

I'll k*ll you even more

Pot. Kettle. Black.

Sit down, Dante.

Tell Mum what you did last night.

Brenda, my beautiful darling,

I, um

I broke a vow

I made on your eternal soul.

You are a joke.

And, Dante, you are a joke.

I also am a joke.

Made hilarious by my

many contradictions.

But the joke is over.

After Dad's arrest,

I stayed up two nights

and I wrote a song about what

happened.

About people like us,

about who we are, and how we live.

I'm joining the band.

I'll work behind the scenes to make

sure the band's successful.

Gregory,

are you sure you wrote this?

"On the bridge, his frozen hand

is writing truth."

Is that about me? I will also

make sure that nobody gives you

any substances that may clip the

wings of such a beautiful butterfly.

And we do this without the woman

who gave dope to Dante.

We fire the drummer, yes?

Agreed.

Well, if we're taking

votes, we need Bardon here.

Bardon is busy but he will be back.

How do you know that?

Band rule number one, we don't ask

questions about what I know,

and how I know it.

But Bardon will be back.

I don't really sing, and

I don't play no instrument,

me's too old for all of this.

What am I going to do?

It's all been decided.

Dad

you're going to

drive the van.

And, um

Estella is going to be

a part of this as well?

Your new love is our heart and soul.

And I think there will be times

ahead that you need her.

Don't worry ♪

Need each other.

About a thing ♪

Protect you from the sn*per

on the roof.

Cos every little thing

Is gonna be all right

Singing don't worry

About a thing

Cos every little thing

Is gonna be all right

Rise up this mornin'

Smiled with the risin' sun

Three little birds

Pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs

Of melodies pure and true

Saying, this is my

message to you-ou-ou

Singing, don't worry

about a thing

Cos every little thing

Is gonna be all right

Singing don't worry

About a thing

Cos every little thing

Is gonna be all right

Rise up this mornin'

Smiled with the risin' sun ♪

Nan, I swear to you

this is the end of that,

and the start of something new.

Three little birds,

pitch by my doorstep

Singing sweet songs

Of melodies pure and true

Saying, this is my

message to you-ou-ou. ♪

What's that?

It's a time and a place.

They used me

to set up a hit on an MP.

Cabinet Secretary

for Northern Ireland.

The London battalion heard

that Coventry

had a pretty

boy in their ranks.

I betrayed a man with a kiss.

Like a Judas.

What will the Branch do with

that information?

They'll make sure that the

Honourable Member of Parliament

doesn't attend the rendezvous.

So, well done.

You saved a life.

If the MP doesn't turn up,

the Ra will know that Coventry has

an informant.

They already know.

They know because I told them.

I told them they have an informant

by the name of Lemongrass.

A name that I made up myself.

And when the hit fails to happen,

that'll be me saying,

"I told you so".

That was the bait.

Now for the hook.

What hook?

When they're sure that Lemongrass

exists, they'll want me

to tell them who Lemongrass is.

What name will you give?

Whoever the Branch want me to name.

Whoever you name will get

a b*llet in the head.

I'd say that's a fair assumption.

What if they ask you to name me dad?

The British Government will have no

interest in disposing of your dad.

They want to keep your dad in place

because, according to his file,

he's emotional, vulnerable,

and kind of f*cking useless.

If the work we've done is enough,

then you and me

can start focusing on the FTF.

What's the FTF?

It's the new name of our band.

Our band? Yeah.

I heard your tapes.

You're good.

But I realise, you need a grown-up.

We started the band

so we didn't have to grow up.

The name of our band is

f*ck The Factory.

Let me guess.

Dante's idea?

Dante's idea.

And you're our front man.

If your pretty face is good

enough for the IRA,

then it's good enough for

Top Of The Pops.

I'll take this information

to the Branch.

And argue that we've

served our purpose.

Go home, Bardon.

You're done.

Can leave the fishing tackle behind.

Hopefully, you and me never have to

go fishing ever again.

Hopefully.

Did you catch anything, son?

No. I think you did.

Who are you?

I think you're a very good

fisherman, young man.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

Listen to this.

Down and down below

Into the hole, where people go

When they don't know

how to hold

On to the edges any more

Up and up, I need

To be somewhere

that I can breathe

I've got to leave

Cos I've got things I've

got to be. ♪

That's it.

That's all I've got so far.

f*ck The Factory? Really?

I was going to call us M6,

but I didn't want to

bring my religion into it.

I don't know why I try and have

normal conversations with you,

Dante.

So, Fiona has joined.

She's pretty good at the bass.

But someone else has left.

Who? Who's left?

You didn't listen to the

words of the song, did you?

I have quite a lot on my mind.

The song is called

Farewell To Matty And Her Flowers.

No drug addicts allowed in the band.

What about people that get

people k*lled?

I don't know.

Ask Jeannie.

She seems to have a lot of rules.

And with Fiona on bass on her side,

they are pretty

much in charge of everything.

Except for words.

Let's try the song about Matty.

Down and down below

Into the hole, where people go

When they don't know

How to hold on to the edges

any more

Up and up, I need

To be somewhere

where I can breathe

I've got to leave

Cos I've got

things I've got to be

You and I are just the same

In how we don't belong

But we don't belong together

So I'm gone, gone, gone

I stare into the traffic

Like it's your eyes

across the bar

I see the world has got to see

Into every scar

Into every scar

All I can see

It's falling at the strings

Of all the things

That make you do

the darkest dance

I waited round

till I missed my chance

You and I are just the same

In how we don't belong

But we don't belong together

So I'm gone, gone, gone. ♪

Never again.

No need, never again.

So wish me luck

I could try climb and

down there and pick you up

But if I'm not strong enough

We'll both be f*cked

Both be f*cked

You and I are just the same

In how we don't belong

But we don't belong together

So I'm gone, gone, gone. ♪

I was told she had a visitor.

I had an ugly picture in my head,

but now I see it's real.

Eamonn, we cannot talk with

a g*n between us.

She is my wife.

No.

Not a wife.

A woman in exile.

I am exiled, Eamonn.

I am here in the bucket beside the

motorway, where you threw me.

You filth

Eamonn Hush!

I will speak.

I have someone.

You are a volunteer, Eamonn.

You choose the cause over

yourself every day.

And I respect your choice.

Now you can sh**t me,

or sh**t him.

Someone will be dead.

The battalion will disown

you for using a weapon

for trivial purposes

and bringing attention on yourself.

I don't want your men watching my

place of exile any more.

Stand them down and leave me alone.

We have made our choices.

Go and fight for your country.

Go and fight for the men

who died of hunger.

Don't fight for the mother

of your son.

HE SOBS

Eamonn. I will

GUNSHO

There.

You've spoken with your true voice.

Now get out.

DOOR SLAMS

On a scale of one to ten, how badly

do you want a drink right now?

Ten.

So let's get dressed,

get in your van,

and drive to where our children are.

We can occupy our minds

with their silly adventures.

You all right?

Got a note

pushed through my door

saying stay away.

For the record,

to whoever wrote the note

the word narcotics

ends in an I-C-S.

Doesn't end with an X.

It looks cool written that way.

Would be a good name for a band, no?

Dante

I'm sorry.

I've come here because, er

I really like the music you play.

Dante, I really

I love the songs you write.

So, I've done a bit of gardening.

I've cleared out the weeds.

I've been clean for six days.

How did you even know

we were rehearsing tonight?

I come here every night,

since I got the note.

I get the bus.

Hitchhike back.

OK. Let's take a vote.

All right, well before you vote, I

just, I want to point out that

Those who want her out, raise their

hand. I want to point out

that most of the songs this

band sings

they're about redemption.

This band's a lifeboat

for every one of you.

Is for me as well.

May I make a suggestion?

You record a song with Matty,

and then compare it to a song you've

recorded without her.

Then based on the strength of what

we hear, we take a vote.

Agreed.

CLICK

FEEDBACK, GUITARS TUNE

We'll do Pelicans.

Sorry we're late.

The traffic was terrible.

Pelicans.

OK.

I've never been the look of me

Inside is everything

A universe of Pelican

My skin is skeleton

Never added up to

what I'm carrying

A desert sun, a city wind

Inside I'm everything

Big beak, swallow the world

when I speak

Big beats,

running away from my feet

Don't let them see you're scared

They don't know anything

Feet in the dirt,

two feet in the dirt

Two feet in the dirt,

too long

I want my

feathers in the wind

Big beak

My big beak

My big beak. ♪

Let him get closer.

Can't be sure.

No. It's not him.

Whaaa-aaaa-aaa

Whaaa-aaaa-aaa! ♪

HE SIGHS

Two hours late.

He's not going to come.

g*n c*ck, b*llet FALLS

He was never going to come.

Virgil, you have really

f*cked up this time.

I mean, really f*cked up.

It's looking good in here, though.

You're in so much sh*t.

Don't let them see you're scared.

Virgil.

You know these people.

I do know these people.

But do we know you?

Can I tell this f*ck

Can I tell him

what's inside the briefcase?

Why not?

It'll concentrate his mind.

But I'm guessing inside the

briefcase

there's 20 to 30 pounds of plastic

Semtex expl*sive.

An alarm clock,

some wires and a detonator.

And the time is probably set to

a very scary time.

Sometime very close.

Ten minutes from now.

They are punishing me

for recommending you.

You have 15 minutes, Virgil.

Or Gregory.

Soldier or spy.

Informant or grass.

Or whatever the f*ck you are.

It's 14 minutes now.

Speak to them.

And please tell me you know what the

f*ck they are talking about.

I know what they're talking about.

Lemongrass.

An important operation went wrong.

We want his name.

Give us the f*cking

name of the informant

or we walk out of here

and let the suitcase blow.

Mr Carmen, before I speak

to our friends from Sparkhill,

I'd like an assurance from you.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Clock is ticking, Virgil.

What assurance?

All over town there are posters

advertising your opening night.

And there is a band I'd like to be

added to the line-up.

Somewhere near the top.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Yes or no, Mr Carmen?

Yes. Yes. f*cking yes. I'll put them

on the bill.

Just give them the f*cking name!

Is that it? That's it.

And if you'd like, gentlemen, if

this is a conventional set up

with no surprises,

I'll disable the mechanism for ya.

Virgil, no!

TICKING

TICKING STOPS

And somewhere near the top

of the bill, please, Mr Carmen.

Jenny said when she was just five

years old

There was nothing happening at all

Every time she puts on a radio

MUSIC BECOMES MUFFLED

There was a-nothin'

happening at all

Then one fine mornin'

she puts on a New York station

You know, she couldn't believe

what she heard at all

MUSIC CONTINUES, CLEARLY

She started dancing

to that fine, fine music

You know her life was

saved by rock 'n' roll

Despite all the computations

You could dance

to the rock 'n' roll station

And it was all right

It was all right ♪

MUSIC BECOMES MUFFLED

FRENETIC DRUMMING

TYRES SCREECH

Jenny said when she was

just five years old

There was

nothing happening at all

Every time she put on the radio

There was nothing

goin' down at all

One fine mornin'

she put on a New York station

She just didn't believe what

she heard at all

She started dancin'

to that fine, fine music

You know her life was saved

by rock 'n' roll.

Despite the computation

You could dance

to the rock 'n' roll station. ♪

God, if you'd told me

where we were going,

I'd have put sensible shoes on.

RHYTHMIC THUMPING

What, are we sh**ting pigeons now?

GUNSHO

This is the last 20

seconds before we get famous.

Before the ovation,

and the "Which one betrays us?"

All aboard for penthouse floors,

cocaine bores, metropolitan wh*res.

The Who, The Stones, The Doors.

They all fold their arms and say,

"Go on, then, Show us."

Escaping f*ck all without

kicking a ball.

Words in chains, tunes like rain.

You resign yourself to the

f*cking shelf.

But someone comes along, heard

your song, tells you you're wrong.

I know it's you, Mum.

I smell your perfume,

in this smoky dressing room.

I hear the sound,

of you singing Motown.

We're on the top bunk,

Dad's still drunk.

Shouting, smoking.

You pretending he's joking.

That's what this is.

A forgotten memory.

Right, are you f*ck ready?

Ready. Ready.

Yeah, we're ready.

Right, let's go.

After all this time,

coming back to me.

When it was you and me,

and I was three.

And you said I could be whatever

in the world I wanted to be.

So now watch me, Mum.

After one, two, three,

it's live onstage.

f*ck The Factory.

So now we all say farewell

to who we used to be.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I want to introduce some stage

virgins,

their first ever live appearance,

all the way from Coventry

CHEERS AND BOOS

and Chelmsley Wood estate.

CHEERING

And look, I can't

believe that this is their name,

but this is actually their name.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please give a big Birmingham

welcome for

f*ck The Factory!

CHEERING

Woo! Wooo!

Ba! Ba!

STIFLED LAUGHTER

QUIET COUGH

Ba! Ba!

Ba! AUDIENCE: Ba!

Ba! Ba!

CALL AND REPLY CONTINUES,

INCREASING IN VOLUME

Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba,

Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba!

Ba! Ba!

We are f*ck The Factory.

We don't f*cking care.

Here is a song about our town.

This Town.

Hope you like it.

One, two, three, four!

Be what you want

cos you come from here

Get what you can,

or get used to nothing

Fire all over the city

Fire all over the city

I don't care what you do

Just do something

Reach for the sky,

unless the sky's burning

b*ll*ts like eyes in the dark

Knifes like hands in your guts

Searching

Keep dancing, don't

stop the dance

Say what you like unless the

wrong person is listening

Then you better

keep your mouth closed

What you can't hold down,

what you can't hold down

Sooner or later

it will all explode

Be what you want

'less you come from here

Get what you can

or get used to nothing

Fire all over the city

I don't care what you do

Just do something

If I'm getting out

If I'm getting out

Then you're coming with me

You're coming with me

If I'm going in

If I'm going in

Then you're coming with me

You're coming with me

If I'm getting out

If I'm getting out

Then you're all coming with me

You're all coming with me

We don't leave nobody behind

Forget what

they tell you about this town

This town's sinking,

never to be found

You can hear the

sound of the children thinking

How can I get

out before everybody drowns?

Everybody drowns

But I got a way,

sing with me

I know the way

Make enough noise,

they will hear us

Kicking up the dust

in the distance

Spin the whole city,

make it all disappear

Say what you like about this town

This town's mine, I love her

and I'll never let go

This town's magic, harder to shake

than a bad habit

And she taught me

everything I know

I go the way you lead me

I go the way,

come follow me into the sound

Kicking up the dust

in the distance

Raise it all up

when they burn it all down

If I'm getting out

If I'm getting out

Then you're coming with me

You're coming with me

If I'm going in

If I'm going in

Then you're coming with me

You're coming with me

If I'm getting out

If I'm getting out

CROWD SINGS ALONG:

Then you're all coming with me

We don't leave nobody behind

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

CHANTING: f*ck The Factory!

f*ck The Factory!

Wonderful world, beautiful people

You and your girl,

things could be pretty

But underneath

this there is a secret

That nobody can reveal

Take a look at the world

And the state that it's in today

I am sure you'll agree

We all could make it a better way

Instead of fussing and fighting

Cheating but biting