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Windowless shop-fronts,
Bikerless cycles, fading paint
Concrete competition
To grow outside any plan
This cancer, this cancer

(Chorus)
Heartfelt words from those silent lips
No more children from those childbearing hips
Soiled knickers and a bright red dress
Bloodstained rag that was used to confess

Hair from the grip
Skin beneath the nails
Ripped up one sleeve
Wedding ring, wedded bliss
This cancer, this cancer

Cartoon king with his head in the sand
Playing 'round with matches
One chance to straighten things out
But then it's gone...

And you can't see his eyes
No you can't see his eyes