Don't act like you don't know what is going on
Don't tell me that its not it's not your problem
You, spending all your cash on disposable crap
On any cheap distraction so you
Don't look down in the gutter
At the roaches, the small and the freaks
Let corpses sleep on wet concrete
While you sit there on your behind
While Outside, strays picking through bones
hurry back to the shadows
When they hear that distant creeping engine drone
In boiler suits and caps, grave dark figures probe and hack
But you can't hear them above the television cause the X Factors on
Don't look down in the gutter
At the vulnerable and the weak
Let corpses sleep on wet concrete
While you sit there on your behind
So don't look down in the gutter No No
Don't act like you don't know, what is going on
First interference, then a knock at your front door
The mislaid refuse sack, leaked every squalid fact
But we accept it, cause its not our problem
Let corpses sleep on wet concrete
And they'll haunt you when you, when you close your eyes
Don't look down