A world of crumbling and of stone
There is nothing, there is none
But dirty dealings for children
A simple, swinelike life begins
This broken town becomes far
From the old Victorian spa,
The howling seagull song
Tells me that I belong
This old Viking town,
Graffiti streets, heroes unknown
And lined along the road
Are lorries with their load.
Author notes
About the town I grew up in. Yeah kinda negative not just about the town but about the way things are going.
