Deep Cut

When the night draws in I thank it
Wrap it around me like my momma's blanket
Behind the city night's boarded-up silence
There hides a million kinds of violence

So my head begins to echo
With a deep cut from long ago
I am dancing to the rhythm
Of a dis-United Kingdom

It's a deep, deep, deep
Deep cut, yeah...

Let the rhythm guide you!
Let the rhythm guide you!
Let the rhythm guide you!
Let the rhythm guide you!

Everybody looks the same at sunset
Or by the glowing of another funny cigarette
You might look down upon a poor man thief, yeah
But I'm lookin' down upon the rich men stealing
We’re all in it together!

I would teach them all my moves
Hear the shuffling of hooves
We'd be dancing to the rhythm
Of the dis-United Kingdom

It's a deep, deep, deep
Deep cut, yeah...

Let the rhythm guide you!