Ode to Southwark
There's a crack house on my doorstep There's a hooker on my street I've had my car radio nicked By kids with tattooed feet I've been burgled by a father and son Who knew no right from wrong They knew how much my camera was worth But not my balinese sarong I've been ripped off by some builders Who thought that I was rich They trashed my house and bank account Like i was just their bitch The twat who owns my freehold Comes from foreign lands He doesn't give a toss about me As long as my cash is in his hands My neighbours are just lazy chavs Who drink and watch sky TV A trained monkey could do that While studying for a degree There's a garage at the end of the row That dumps filth on the floor It ends up on my windscreen though Whenever there's a downpour I've had my fill of binge drinkers Whacked out upon Pernod I've had my fill of this neighbourhood It sucks more than you know It's time to [...]