East London Summer The Smith Street Band

[Verse 1]
Dictated to by empty streets
Chain stores and big machines
The snow falls hard on soft debris
But I know this town don't envy me
And the locals all seem nice enough
But they cross streets I dare not walk
I'll drive the extra couple blocks
And stop when I am told to stop

[Chorus]
And everyone in this shitty bar is just
Trying to sink their teeth into everybody else
Give me East London summer
Give me North Melbourne summer

[Verse 2]
Nothing make you feel more alive
Than being surrounded by things that have recently died
And on this goddamn bitter cold late November night
The kids put on their coats to go and see the Christmas lights
In the urban undeveloped wastelands of Michigan
Sleet falls on my jacket, teeth are chattering again
And the locals all drink and laugh, fight when they have drunk too much
The kids look like they grew up knowing how to take a punch
And the month-old front pages from local newspapers dance
On the lonely winds around the empty lobbies of once grand buildings