Paroles de We Will All Become A Borough Of London

Detail It's all detail Fine print Making you squint Fine print Blowing out in the wind Just bricks on bricks on bricks Building up on the sick Just bricks on bricks on bricks - I'm hit! We march on the spot And we die on the spot Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt But we still have our fair share of needs and wants Dimmed men and dimmed rents We're up to our knees in YUPs, Why is he buying up the streets, when I can't afford a padlock? We march on the spot And we die on the spot Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt But we still have our fair share of needs and wants I can see distant lights And we will all become a borough of London