Perfect Coffee
(专辑: Let Them Eat Chaos - 2016)
Now just two doors down In the
first floor flat And the
old ramshackle house With the
broken down porch and the
novelty doorbell The
lights are still on Zoe plays her music low, she's got a
bottle on the
go Everything's in boxes It's been a
long night packing Clothes in black bin bags, Blu-Tack greasing the
paintwork What the
fuck is all this stuff? There's the
road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street Shirts, and skirts, posters, CDs, comedy coasters, broken TV Birthday card that her sister made In the
distant past when she turned 13 Hair stuff, books, love letters she can't bin And outside, the
night, and inside, the
last hurrah Limited edition Air Max 1
tens Che Guevara bust, complete with his ornamental glass cigar Naff for years, the
landlord never fixed the
shower And the
mold kept growing up the
kitchen walls He'll do it up nice now, sure Repaint it, he's tripled the
rent He's gonna get it, and all She's only got a
few hours left to get the
room all packed and clean Zoe goes to the
window Looks to the
street Lights up a
smoke It's 04:18 The
squats we used to party in Are flats we can't afford The
dumps we did our dancing in Have all been restored Pints are up two quid The
staff are beautiful and bored You think it's coming up 'round here? It's falling on its sword It don't feel like home no more I
don't speak the
lingo Since when was this a
winery? It used to be the
bingo I've walked these streets for all my life They know me like no other But the
streets have changed I
no longer feel them shudder Alright, alright, I
get the
gist Whose city is this? It doesn't want me no more I've had a
glimpse into the
future, it stinks London's a
walled fort, it's all for the
rich If you fall short, you fall, and you know where the
door is Board up the
broken, do it up, sell it back Make it bespoke, it's all out in the
open It's fine, man, hike the
price right up And smile with your friends in the
posh new nightclubs My streets have been dug up, repaved New routes for commuters, the
landscape has changed I'm looking for the
old tags, the
graffs that once meant safe territory But it seems every hieroglyph gets whitewashed eventually And so I'm moving on I've got it all to play for I'll be the
invader in some other neighbourhood I'll be sipping perfect coffee Thinking, "This is pretty good," While the
locals grit their teeth and hum "Another fucking one has come." All I
see is luxury tenements, woebegone residents Redolent resin-heads puffing on pleasure Everyone's reckoning something is beckoning There's never been anything, there's only forever Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling The
tube is prattering ram full of passengers Smashing its way into town, we are scavengers Scrapping around in the
sludge for our sustenance Have a
dash party life, rubbing our shoulders Into the
mould, yes, we do what we're told We're Sisyphus pushing his boulder The
kids are alright, but the
kids will get older