Brighton Rock

We were sauced right there on Brighton beach
You, a goth, and I was such a peach
I sought to be the best at it
P-C Plod, he still arrested it

We’re getting over it
We’re sweating over it
That makes you happy;
I’m happy too

You’re game in spite of everything,
(Page theme) and then she’ll be some things
Your name carved on my Brighton rock
My name can be your mental block

We’re getting over it
We’re sweating over it
That makes you happy;
I’m happy too