CHORUS Snap back Jack, attack ‘tack Jack Snap back Jack, attack these images of London These illusions, images of London In Montague St. Bloomsbury's parked a white Rolls Royce Those that own it, are inside, choosin' a choice Which portion of our cake they wish to partake What our money's worth on their exchange rate What home we own, when we have to vacate They dictate where we relocate CHORUS Drivin' up the Thames through the deserted docks The boarded up doors with chains are padlocked Homeless on the streets live in a cardboard box Fifty ‘P's" your fee, your destiny, you're free to live In poverty in a democracy, under a monarchy Black stretched limo chauffeured by a man in a cap Drivin' through the beggars with a pack of rats in the back Nursin' corgi's that keep crappin' in ya lap CHORUS Cuttin' lose from this unreal fiction Headin' for the reality on the streets of Brixton Away from that parliamentary power ‘neath that Big Ben clock See it from cardboard city, if you own a cardboard box Questions of proprietary, questions of blame Guilt and shame's, the same, preached in Jesus' name No one should be made to feel they're born to lose Our detonator's primed we just light the fuse…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.