Blancmange - Ultraviolent lyrics

There's a car in our street Near the corner where we used to meet With ultraviolet under lights The men inside with ultraviolent sights They've a dog, you can't smoke it It's not that it would provoke it See, to him, to them, to them It's a weapon, a crutch that they Can lean on Take off your graffiti, take off you mask Is that too big a task, is that too Much to ask? There's a place on our street Where girls on crack do tricks cheap The condoms scattered round at light