Crediti
Testi
All the good clubs replaced by gastropubs
You can click your tiny red shoes but you can’t go back
All that stands is swanky new flats
And your hometown is tarmacked over
Artisan bakers and the money makers
Ambulance chacers and all the fakers
Signs say for sale
And you knew it would never end too well
Soho’s lit up like Japan
Where we spose to go?
Because they came and took our home
Memory lane don’t quite look the same
And your neighbourhood’s gone for good
Memories of the past stand their ground
But they’re not immune to the power of the pound
Soho’s lit up like Japan
Where we spose to go?
Because they came and took our home
They look out of our shores from their Avant-Garde towers
We’re governed by unearthly powers
Graffiti splashed walls stand adjacent to brand new shopping malls
Renovated buildings and urban decay
They wanna sweep us under the carpet and wash us away
Soho’s lit up like Japan
Where we spose to go?
Because they came and took our home
It’s gentrification
It’s gentrification
It’s gentrification
It’s gentrification
