Once I lived in green grass
An open country view
Now it's just a power blocking
Above its residue
Gone are songs of songbirds
Spring and the summer too
Just rows and rows of terrace lungs
With demolition dew

Yes what I'd give
If I could go back to the place
Where I used to live

Oh city smells of money
The townfolk bring me down
Hustling for their hustle games
A business battleground

Yes what I'd give
If I could go back to the place
Where I used to live, I used to livе