Funeral For A Friend - Kicking And Screaming

Growing old, around these streets,
never really felt quite like, like anything.
Expect nothing, and have the chance
to really go somewhere, that you can't.

My love is exploitation,
not a passing celebration.
And I don't want to feel
like a part of history.

Gonna' turn this town, upside down.
We can die well, in their eyes, just to feel.
Promises broken, at a quarter past five,
burning fires, on the railway hillsides. My love is exploitation,
not a passing celebration.
And I don't want to feel
like a part of history.

And the grass is greener, on the other side,
that's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see.
We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming,
we all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming,
we all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming.

My love is exploitation,
not a passing celebration.
And I don't want to feel
like a part of history.

And the grass is greener, on the other side,
that's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see.