Retro Fair

Buckfast and concrete slabs Neds and rain and thoughts of dad. Highflats, pigeons, pavement's hue Subway makes me think of you. City City City lights stream on by flashin neons reds and yellows, and the bridge that takes me into town- full of buses, truks, cars and drunks- and junkies. - hangin on by a shoestring, eyein up ma bag like it's a new thing, starin at me like im not really there, just another passenger through their smothered glare. And where it all began and should end I've no idea It's just another city, Another Retro Fair. On show for the world Seems unreal, but you've heard The screams of the caged up people, The People, The People, the people. They've forgotton to keep their eyes on the prize, They've forgotton paradise. Too many high flats and grey hues stealin their eyes, The people, The people, The People Buckfast Concrete Rain Pure lethal.