The Eye of Needle

The Eye of a Needle

You’re down and out in Brighton

So now what you gonna do?

Though there’s ‘To Let’ signs everywhere

This city’s got no room for you

You’ve got some cash

But the agents they want more, more, more

You need a flat

But brother you are poor, poor, poor

So you go and see the Council

Maybe they’ve a room for you?

You drag your belongings

Down Crack Central avenue

You were full of hope but now that you’ve arrived-rived-rived

You see the room and you break down and you cry, cry, cry

There’s a soldier up above who’s been beating on his wife

He left Iraq but now he can’t cope with civilian life

And there’s a sad man rapping at your door, door, door

Asking, “Here, do you know where I can score, score, score?”

Then you lay on your mattress,

Out the corner of your eye

You spy a used needle that an addict’s left behind

You’ve never stayed anywhere like this before-fore-fore!

There’s a dry patch of blood upon the floor, floor, floor, floor, floor!

Oh this is Brighton

Brighton

Welcome to Brighton

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There’s a sad man rapping at your door

His arms are cut to shreds and now he’s asking for your support

You get a letter from the Council

Telling you the room’s price

You ask, “How can it cost that for this squalid little dive?”

Then another letter comes up to your door, door, door

You’ve got to pay 'top-up' or you’ll be out in the morning

You ask who runs this joint

You find out that its Baron Homes

They’re making money out of you

It chills you to the bone

The owners making loads of cash, cash, cash

You see another tenant in a body bag, bag, bag

You’re down and out in Brighton

So now what you gonna do?

When the eye of a needle is just what you’re passing through

You tell the Council but they don’t really mind, mind, mind

Do they care if you should live or die?

You wait for 7 hours at the Council

Maybe there’s another room

“There must be more to Brighton than Crack Central”, Oh , but you?

You’re not welcome in this town because you’re poor,

"Here’s a ticket to the town where you come from,"

The rich they are welcome here, that’s all

But not you, no, you're not really their sort,

Then a stranger walks straight through your door, door, door

He’s got the keys he’s the tenant from before-fore-fore!

There’s a bad man rapping at your door, door door!

Asking, “Here brother, do you want to score, score, score?”

The Council ask, “Have you ever considered Eastbourne?”

This is Brighton

Brighton

Brighton

Welcome to Brighton

Brighton

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Grand Parade

Brighton