The Sun In The Sands

The one across the way took the battery cell out of the smoke alarm and now he can blaze in the stairwell

That acid vomit left by the one on the ground floor, is eating through the varnish on the handrail in the corridor

You can't recycle here - there's a mattress in the bottle bank

And you can't drink from the tap - there's a squirrel in the water tank

There's black mould in the bathroom

The gardens are stacked with tyres

And they took away the cardboard bin

Because somebody set it on fire

They eat it up

There's love in their spite but they keep it inside

Is it the National Front?

Is It the National Trust?

From the Berrylands to the Sun in the Sands

The bad men come to fly tip

Then the dog shits on the fly tip

Then the bad men come back and fly tip on top of that dog shit too

The one on the ground floor has got a sawn off shotgun

He keeps a look out from the window in his bathroom

The one across the way keeps pigeons on his balcony

He sells weed and booze to kids or so the police say

They keep it inside