I Never paid no donation to the church,
Just six years of private school fees
no rent without the hurt,
Of a depleting welfare payment
getting lost, through a sieve.
I've got a concrete bed to lay on
and a lullaby where derelictors live
I’m living down where the palm trees have it hard,
Where new owners don’t check their boundaries,
They still invest capital in a yard.
And don’t fret, well they’ll be making laws for that tripe too
But if they just let me be free tonight,
I’ll sit here and solve the world’s problems with you
Men in four wheel drives, flinging darts on the street -
They look down on me.
Houses that wreak shadows on the esplanade
Are worth more than I will ever be
Tabloid cameras that shoot in, from the street
They will wait for me
And the reason that I’m still alive, or breathing here
Vale, Queen Vicky