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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