We Will All Become A Borough Of London Letra

Fine print

Making you squint

Fine print

Blowing out in the wind



Just bricks on bricks on bricks

Building up on the sick

Just bricks on bricks on bricks -

I'm hit!



We march on the spot

And we die on the spot

Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not

And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt

But we still have our fair share of needs and wants



Dimmed men and dimmed rents

We're up to our knees in YUPs,

Why is he buying up the streets, when I can't afford a padlock?



We march on the spot

And we die on the spot

Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not

And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt

But we still have our fair share of needs and wants



I can see distant lights

And we will all become a borough of London