FastPace

Step out of the tube for another night in the city

All the punks on the bridge taking photos for £1.50

There’s a junkie on the corner insists I buy what he’s selling

You can’t catch a break in a city that you never find sleeping

Fast pace, fast cars

No place for you to slow down

No trace, no grace

On this road that you go down

Small town big shot

Made his way to the top

Fast pace, fast cars

No place for you to slow down

There’s a fire on the streets we can use as a sense of direction

See the bill standing guard now the air is polluted with tension

Local kids know that there ain’t no saviour coming

You can switch off the news but the reel just keeps on running

We’re going fast pace, we’re going fast