Every time I come around there 
Black boxes full of tar abound 
Did you notice when it left you? 
No polis came to protect you 
Somewhere up the trains 
We were only weans 
Who died and forgot about this 

As a child 
I knew that 
I would die 
As I grew up 

Material 
It’s all material 
Such fine material 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, material 

Now every time I come away 
Fluorescent strip-lights always say 
Here’s your colour temperature kids 

Spin me round 
And turn it up 
Don’t look down 
When you come up 
Here’s the truth 
So listen up 
We all died when we grew up 

First light is our last 
Last light is our first light 
First light is our last 
Last light is our first light 
First light is our last 
Last light is our first light 
First light is our last 
Last light is our first light 
First light is our last 
Last light is our first light 
First light is our last 
Last light is our first light.