Oh Vernon, I was lost

Now I am found,

For coming to your

dirty town

Filled with bricks and mills

And cobbled stones

I find your face amongst the clouds

That shroud my house

And blanket us in plenty sheets of rain.

Grey smoke

Tucks me in.

Your face is back again.

 

 It doesn’t matter who you are.

 

You star of family fortune

Ill give you all our money, dear

And we’ll run away on your long legs

While Tess spins

her luxury ass on the dance floor.

 

Bolton, where they cant be arsed

Yet win a few cups at the Reebok

And no one really minds

And no one really cares

And no one ever fights

 

And I don’t see you here

Vernon

Nor the water slides they promised.

You me and all the beatles 

that no longer live in the pool.

We can go swimming

at Rivington Pike

and laugh from  the car at the doggers

if we can actually find them.

 

Cos no one really minds

And no one really cares

And every body cant be arsed to

Have a passion or a fight.