It’s the glowing sunset of a London spring day
That stylish stroll down a smashed cracked curb
It’s the crystal white attraction
Within the dense city and the morally dissolute
The wealthier man and his tattered jacket
Not a penance to his name but a life well spent
A glare in his stare and a wise in his eyes
As the people with change continuously lie
Continuously lie
Continuously lie
Continuously lie
Where do I cash in?
Take a glance of the world and see a skyline scraped by concrete
Well fuck that,
The open sky like a knife slash, and a stained 90’s denim jacket,
The block of flats so unlovely and kitsch
And as Britain changes its classes and colours, colours and classes
With the sounds of a new London
Battered and bruised by a poor education
In the private schools
On the privates estates covered in fake yellow flowers
Cashing our giros whilst twizzling our biros
and now our philosophy and our dreams our worthless,
not even a penny
Say goodbye to the welfare
The state is now sucking the tit of the man-made maid.
We’re left in the bittersweet melancholy
The evil embrace the happiness or horror
With an enjoyment in the mystery of its own misery
The new love
As we stand at the fag-end of a fucked generation
Alive but just breathing
So life’s a trial,
Even though we tried it all and we’re clearly tired by it all
Too far, too wide, and far too many times,
And now we’ve realised,
It’s too late
But we persist without surrender, Fuck no we won’t surrender
It’s time to attack
Our knees covered in mud as we get on all fours in No Man’s land
We strut to a famous tune of oranges and lemons, serving our meals
As the police sirens boom and spin saving the wails from the crowd
Save yourself
Opiates save the elite
And the illegitimate brother too
Cheaply beating the kids of Britain, at a price,
So let’s go for a walk, you and I.
Let’s go for a while and not come back
We can sit beneath the sun
A stranded street lamp still on at noon
As it fights with gravity it can brand our skin
Fight our life until it explodes
