Good old Sebastian used to love good old town center. There you had a bus shelter with "Fuck you all Corby scum" written on it, a shopping center with seventy-six Birthday & Christmas cards selling shops, a bum yealing "Big Issue" every ten seconds to get rid of the pile of newspapers he had in his hand and a couple of off-licence shops to provide the British army with cheap food and alcohol. This holy paradise has a name: Kettering (apparently not to be pronounced like 'catering', but I have no clue how it should be pronounced)
This is the town center, it's just like hell
I've got big issues and stories to tell
What language are you speaking?
Where are you from?
I am from the train station
I'm lost in translation
I'm not attention-seeking, that's my bloody job
Man i've got big issues, yes i've got a lot
You can find me in the town center, this place is just like hell
I've got big issues stories and stories to tell
You can find me in the town center and if you have the guts
You can fight me in the town center, everybody does
I was heading for some newlands
Now I'm standing in the moor
I think i make a few prints by the end of fall
They call it arthur when ever i surrender
It would feel like another dead november
This is the town center it's just like hell
I've got big issues and stories to tell
You can find me in the town center and if you have the guts
You can fight me in the town center, everybody does
What language are you speaking, you crazy nowhere man?
What God do you believe in? What is his name?
What issues do you bring with? Tell me: are they really big ?
I wish someone would ask for them
But they don't give a shit