Lyrics
It gets pretty scary when the sun goes down
And we're driving through a heavy part of town
There's fighting in the alley and tension in the air
And a certain kind of manor's going down
A concrete jungle full of malcontent
With an edgy kind of awkward sort of quiet
An effervescent cauldron of anarchy
With an underlying tendency to riot
Don't get out the car
Don't get out the car
There's a nutter with a gun
And a dosser on the run
And a psycho with an iron bath
Don't get out the car
Don't get out the car
There's a strumpet on the game
With a vicar with no shame
And a hard nut with a nasty scar
There's a dodgy looking hombre in a long trench coat
Deep in conversation with the gang
A burnt out motor and a can of gasoline
That could start off proceedings with a bang
A bloke by the jewellers with a brick in his hand
Another on the pavement with a knife
A drug den in the basement and a brothel on the roof
And a saucepot kicking the crap out of his wife
Don't get out the car
Don't get out the car
There's a car shop with his steak
With a cozzer on the take
And a hobo with a cup of char
Don't get out the car
Don't get out the car
There's a blind man with a stick
And an alky being sick
Standing at the near and far
There's a wake up call that's starting with a rumble
Like a storm cloud rising from the gutter
A disenfranchised underclass
Sick and tired of eating bread without the butter
The town hall's crumbling, the hospital's shut
With a strike going on down the station
The ether is shattered by a rozzers siren
In a random, helpless scene of deprivation
Don't get out the car
Don't get out the car
There's a rent boy with a nonce
And a call girl with her ponce