Lyrics:

White-knuckle alabaster
You're on a traffic island
With a bag of birthday cards
You're searching for
A flick knife
In the glove box
It's a write-off
No unauthorized personnel
Behind these lines, without id cards
Hand guns are widely available

I've a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Till it's out of my system
Till it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai Tunnels

White-knuckle alabaster
You talk to Jesus
You talk to Jesus
In a photo-booth
He wants your bank details
Date of birth
Confess the truth
The institutions
With the metal halls
Chain the mentally ill
To destitute walls
The wards of state
Do not illuminate
The margins

I'va a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Till it's out of my system
Till it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai Tunnels

Beware, at the start of life
Looking up into your mothers eyes
Now there's pennies on your eyelids

I've a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Till it's out of my system
Till it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai Tunnels
I've a violent demeanour