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The Correspondents

What's Happened To Soho?

 

What's Happened To Soho?

(album: What's Happened To Soho? - 2011)


Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?

The landlords say your lease is up
The council says you are corrupt
Either way you got to go
To make way for a new Tesco
They sanitize and clean
Unpick it at the seam
Unravel and destroy
Decades of what has been
Wave goodbye to the whole damn scene
Bye bye bye, my gin-soaked dream

Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?

People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks
Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks
Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out
So the subjects all take flight
It's over there can be no doubt
I know Soho is a parody of itself
I know a few frequenters there sit on the shelf
Regaling first-hand histories they did not even live
In every group, there's those that have nothing left to give

Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?

Where do I go for a family
Of outspoken praise and dandies and queens
Bearded, witty, bitter men
And acutely self-aware has-beens
Sharp con women that will throw your responses back in your face
Even the coy girls will put you back in your place
And a select few will defy our fashions and show you style
The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wide smile
This is a place where no one cares about what you do
No one will ask, just carry the conversation through

Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?

Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?

Where do I go (go)
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?

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