Lyrics: Hell On Earth (Birmingham New Street)

I went into Birmingham, it doesn't matter why
And I had to pass through a place that made me want to cry
When Pinochet had passed away his soul was sent to fester
In Birmingham New Street Station, it makes Hades look like Leicester

It's hell on earth to be there, it's really really bad
It's hell on earth to go there and I wish I never had

It smells of sweat and desperation, it's dark and dank and ghastly
It's staffed by souls who've lost all hope and the decor's frankly nasty
The taxi rank is poorly placed, the shops are really boring
The pub is crap, the loos cost cash and the signage is appalling

It's hell on earth to be there, it's really really bad
It's hell on earth to go there and I wish I never had

It doesn't have to be this way, just look at York or Bristol
Where the grandeur, for the traveller, makes changing almost blissful
But New Street is a station of which nobody is proud
Is it any wonder that the planners has it buried underground?

It's hell on earth to be there, it's really really bad
It's hell on earth to go there and I wish I never had