[Intro] (Spoken, half-laughing) Whose idea was this? [Wah guitar scrapes, bass enters, breakbeat drops] [Verse 1] Four in a van with a quarter tank Northbound somewhere, no one to thank Red-eyed services, sodium light Passed the same roundabout twice tonight Smoke in the cab and a C90 Mickey gone sideways somewhere behind me Then over the roofs came a pulse of white Like somebody wired up the edge of the night [Pre-Chorus] Door by the loading bay Chain hanging loose on the wall No guest list, no questions No reason to be there at all [Chorus] We crashed the factory Under the strobes where the presses had been Oil on the floor, electricity Everybody moving like a beautiful machine We crashed the factory Nobody knew us, nobody cared Hands in the air in the chemical glare We crashed the factory [Verse 2] Girl in a silver coat stole my drink Said, “You lot aren’t from here, are you?” I said, “What do you think?” Forklift parked by a pyramid stack Some lunatic dancing on the driver’s cab Dave disappeared with a girl called Clare Came back at four with glitter in his hair Old boy upstairs with his shirt undone Dropping acid-house records one by one [Pre-Chorus] Steam from the loading bay Bass shaking dust from the wall Somebody killed the main lights And that’s when we lost it all [Chorus] We crashed the factory Under the strobes where the presses had been Oil on the floor, electricity Everybody moving like a beautiful machine We crashed the factory Nobody knew us, nobody cared Hands in the air in the chemical glare We crashed the factory [Bridge] [Drums drop to breakbeat, bass and piano] Round the estate Round the estate Three in the morning Too wired to wait White lines Red lights Black sky Daybreak [Instrumental build — Hammond, wah guitar, feedback] (Spoken) Where the fuck is Dave? [Full band crashes back in] [Chorus] We crashed the factory Under the strobes where the presses had been Oil on the floor, electricity Everybody moving like a beautiful machine We crashed the factory Nobody knew us, nobody cared Hands in the air in the chemical glare We crashed the factory [Outro] [Half-time groove, warm organ and loose guitar] Five in the van now — don’t ask me why Windows steamed up, daylight in the sky Kettle on, doors open wide Cold morning air coming in from outside Someone found crisps, someone found tea Dave says, “That girl’s coming home with me” Engines starting somewhere below Sun on the chimneys— Time to go. [Gang voices, distant and loose] Ah-ah-ah… Ah-ah-ah… [Van door slams] [End]
