[Verse 1] Same block, new glass Same grief, new rent Old yard got fenced Cash talk, wrong intent Roads patched up rough Pavement split like teeth I seen nice things die Then sprout up from the street Bus fog, bin smoke Pubs full of heat Kids baring their souls On a busted-up beat They want clean, neat plans I want truth in the bricks You can scrub that map But the stain still sticks [Pre-Chorus] Fuck your glossy brochure Fuck your fake little calm This town bites back hard Then it learns to make art Hands up, notebooks out Paint drips on the wall If the world wants war We answer with the call [Chorus] This city makes us loud Makes us loud, makes us loud Fuck your polished crowd We turn pain into sound This city makes us loud Makes us loud, makes us loud From the curb to the stage We turn rage into sound [Verse 2] Look, I love this mess Every scar in the lane Every late-night rant Every train in the rain Gallery in a shop front Bass under the floor Dancehall in the back room Kids kicking down the door Poetry in the off-licence queue Skate wheels on stone Mural on the shutter Makes the whole block known They keep changing the face Tryna sell off the soul But the band still roars And the crowd still rolls I’m pissed, yeah, proper At the way it gets sold But I’m here with a pen Turning rust into gold [Bridge] Let it crack, let it shake Let the whole thing show What they call decay Is where the real ones grow No pause, no shame No soft excuse We don’t ask for space We make it from the bruise [Chorus] This city makes us loud Makes us loud, makes us loud Fuck your polished crowd We turn pain into sound This city makes us loud Makes us loud, makes us loud From the curb to the stage We turn rage into sound
