Lyrics:

The half-backflip conception
State hospital birth
The most threadbare, tall story
The country has ever heard

Brought home to breathe smoke
In the arms of her mother
The blunt kitchen knife
Who just lays in a submissive position
Beneath a national weight
And the slow arc of a fist

Her heart beats like a breezeblock
Thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete
Forced to be brave, she was
Born into a grave

And in the limp-through years of bored schooling
Shes accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
A slipped disc in the spine of community
A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse

Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
She cries on the high street just to be heard
A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
At the foot of the fuck of it
Dragging her heels in the dirt

Her heart beats like a breezeblock
Thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete
Forced to be brave, she was
Born into a grave

The cheek of youth flashed red and turned grey
Now she lies on the pavement she is helped to her feet
All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
Saturdays uniform for the fuck me parade

Brought home to keep warm
In the arms of a plumber, ruddy and balding
Who just needs a spine to dig in to
A chest for the head and a hand for the holding

Her heart beats like a breezeblock
Thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete
Forced to be brave, she was
She was

Her heart beats like a breeze block
Thrown down the stairs
Her skin is thicker than concrete
Forced to be brave, she was
She was

A broken elevator anthem
Held between floors
But if blood is thicker than concrete
All is not lost
All is not lost