Some year’s on since I wrote that song and I long still for the day’s when violence was young.
I close my eyes and I’m back again in the broken glass, in the tangle of flesh with a fist full of hair and teeth that meet in my breast.
Black Friday’s not what it used to be.
I can remember a time when violence was young.
Black Friday’s not what it used to be.
Somewhere along the line we lost what it was.
I know that I’m a man out of time.
I close my eyes and I’m back again in that sweet, sweating hell
In the burned out shell of Asda
In the ashes of them that fell.
I lost a part of my heart to the bargain hunt that day.
I left the whole of myself on the shelf:
Heart, soul, DNA
Black Friday’s not what it used to be.
I can remember a time when violence was young.
Black Friday’s not what it used to be.
The day I shop online is the day I’m undone -
All the convenience but none of the fun