Текст песни Destitute

Down on the corner Deep in to English Avenue Cast to the shadows Drawn by what towers over you Shop through the market Hyde bore, wasted lust induced Hands in the pockets Ignore the low and destitute Yeah Where were we supposed to go? Yeah How were we supposed to know? Preach to the parish But God's high, Sunday's wine is dry Bleed what you cherish You've built up a living not a life Shun through the darkness No mind, you've got your nine to five Cash in the highlights Drive by forgotten genocide Yeah Where were we supposed to go? Yeah How were we supposed to know? Yeah Where were we supposed to go? Yeah How were we supposed to know? Yeah Where were we supposed to go? Yeah How were we supposed to know?