The Fall — Hit the North (Part 1)

My cat says ack Hit the North, will ya Hit the North Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford Just sav... Computers infest the hotels Cops can't catch criminals (I'm, uh, wired) But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God Those were just savages, those were just savages In Him we trust Hit the North, will ya Hit the North Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale Lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks Manacled to the city, manacled to the city Those big big big wide streets Those useless MPs Those useless MPs Hit the North All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath The government say, the government says Go forth, go forth No lights so pretty In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian Lager The induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North