SPIRALS    

Stuck in the burger van, char-grilling the back of his hand
“Do you want onions on that or what, mate?”
So bored, he rubs a tin, chilli sauce into weeping skin
The screams echo down the vomit-lined streets of Yate

Let’s go to Spirals - to get on down
Keep warm, cause trouble - all over town

Car parks, alleyways, bogs, cars jam-packed with yobs
Revved up engines poised to do a lap
Under-age girls sit chewing gum and the boys have so much fun
Smashing bus stops, phone boxes, street lights and town maps

Let’s go to Spirals - to get on down
Keep warm, cause trouble - all over town

Spirals takes the piss, when it sends out free tickets
For the tub of lard on the door to make a stand
By the hair of his sixteen chins, won’t budge to let me in
“We have low standards but we don't have no standards”

Let’s go to Spirals - to get on down
Keep warm, cause trouble - all over town

A slightly different version of Spirals was originally recorded by Todd's Peace Box.