Oldham streets Built to bruise Freckled face And a pair of shuffling shoes Hot pink and red Rain and booze Running fast Past the cotton mill crews Darkness creeps Through the halls Til the walls come tumbling down Hold my hand I can tell Heart beats fast through the streets downtown All I would throw it all away and choose If I could have been born three blocks from you And we burn this city to the ground Manchester looms Like a ghost With its rattling chains and it moans Heron mill Bricks and lead Terraced homes hot pink and red I would throw it all away and choose If I could have been born three blocks from you Oooooh From you oooooh And we burn this city to the ground And we burn this city to the ground And we burn this city to the ground To the ground To the ground