Blackpool ’20 lyrics
by The Chisel
Dumping ground for the socially rejected...
Not sure what you f*cking expected...
Summertime, the sun, shines
Out of season, depression, suicide
Human suffering and misery
Decline of a seaside town
People left to rot in the f*cking ground
Premature mortality
High rate of fatality
Seaside insanity
Blackpool!!!!