Piano Magic I Must Leave London
I must leave London.
It is bad for my soul.
It's making a hole that will erode me.
I cannot subscribe.
I cannot tow the line.
And Robert Elms, you're selectively blind.
She shall not miss me and I care not 'cos she's doing me
in and she's wearing me thin.
A last goodbye to the Boundary Estate - you stole my
heart in Summer rain.
A last goodbye to the Boundary Estate - you stole my
nerve but never again.
She shall not miss me and I care not 'cos she's doing me
in and she's wearing me thin.
Where the Queen makes way for the Burger King.
Goodbye to the stench.
Goodbye to the din.
