Bookies, fingers crossed

Views from tower blocks

From Spitalfields to Bethnal green

I think I have seen enough

Prayers in chapel-brown

Boxed in globe town

When the sun comes up the fiends come out

Oh and may he bless them all

My stairs a drug den

Our air infused with weed

When the powder hits the molly sits

Will we make it through the week

Kissing on canals

Drink ups we'll never make

Cause London Fields seems far away

So in E1 we will stay

Bookies, fingers crossed

Views from tower blocks

From Spitalfields to Bethnal green

I think I have seen enough

Prayers in chapel-brown

Boxed in globe town

When the sun comes up the fiends come out

Oh and may he bless them all

Those who can hear me, I say - do not despair

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed

The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die

We're royals in our castle

This tower hamlets our domain

We're royals in our castle

Our castle

Tags sprayed in silver

Warhols and Basquiats

So let's leave our mark

Our legacy until we make it out

Covids inflating

Heard its Brazilian strain

If I hear the word unprecedented again I'm throwing hands

Bookies, fingers crossed

Views from tower blocks

From Spitalfields to Bethnal green

I think I have seen enough

Prayers in chapel-brown

Boxed in globe town

When the sun comes up the fiends come out

Oh and may he bless them all

We all want to help one another

Human beings are like that

We want to live by each other's happiness - not by each other's misery

We don't want to hate and despise one another

In this world there is room for everyone

And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone

Our knowledge has made us cynical

Our cleverness, hard and unkind

We think too much and feel too little

More than machinery we need humanity

More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness

Free and beautiful