| Written by ricky & marty wilde | |
| This is your town, this is my place | |
| This is where my whole world is lived in | |
| Nothing much, and just out of reach of all the city lights | |
| It's a high town, it's a low town | |
| It's get here, come on you grow town | |
| No-one does, but everyone thinks they're gonna make it soon | |
| This is one place i respected | |
| Now i feel it's really dejected | |
| No-one cares and the people just stare | |
| And a man on the box says | |
| "hey you, don't walk away, vote for me | |
| You'll get more pay, keep working hard" | |
| But they work slow | |
| Here it comes now, sunday morning | |
| Just another sleepy town yawning | |
| Down below everything looks just like another day | |
| But, in the warm glow of the sunrise | |
| There's a child who's searching with young eyes | |
| Looking 'round and feeling inside he's gonna fly away | |
| There was one time i was leaving | |
| But the folks around me kept grieving | |
| Friends said go, but my dad said no | |
| And my mum kept saying | |
| "don't go, don't go away | |
| Don't leave us, you've got to stay | |
| Just raise them kids, oh mother no" | |
| No prospects, just projects | |
| Don't try to tell me we're living | |
| There's no real need to try | |
| Can't you see this town gonna die | |
| Hail the new age, it's a rat cage | |
| Join the place for breeding dumb spieces | |
| All stacked up and doing whatever someone tells you to | |
| Burn the place down, make it dead ground | |
| Show the people just what they're missing | |
| Wake up, wake up, can't you believe in what i'm telling you | |
| There's a house where i was born in | |
| Now it's changed without any warning | |
| Cranes just crash and bricks just smash | |
| While a billboard's saying | |
| "let's go, let's get away | |
| Come fly me, you've weeks to pay | |
| When sunshine calls, but i won't go | |
| This is our town |