Lyrics

We could live in a hut
By the edge of the sea
We’d have sand between our toes
We’d have salt in our tea

This dirty old city
Is getting up my nose
I’ve got grit between my teeth
I’ve got dust beneath my clothes

I’ve got carbon dioxide
And lead in my veins
If I stay outside too long
I go grey in the rain

If I were a bucket
And you were a spade
Or the other way round
We’d be made

If I were a bucket
And you were a spade
Or the other way round
We’d be made