Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all
My stairs a drug den
Our air infused with weed
When the powder hits the molly sits
Will we make it through the week
Kissing on canals
Drink ups we'll never make
Cause London Fields seems far away
So in E1 we will stay
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all
Those who can hear me, I say - do not despair
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die
We're royals in our castle
This tower hamlets our domain
We're royals in our castle
Our castle
Tags sprayed in silver
Warhols and Basquiats
So let's leave our mark
Our legacy until we make it out
Covids inflating
Heard its Brazilian strain
If I hear the word unprecedented again I'm throwing hands
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal green
I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up the fiends come out
Oh and may he bless them all
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness - not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world there is room for everyone
And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone
Our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness, hard and unkind
We think too much and feel too little
More than machinery we need humanity
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness
Free and beautiful