[Verse]
Don’t you wish it was the 80’s still?
Stood in the dole queue dressed to kill
'Cause they had it much harder then
Wasn’t it much easier for them
Imagine how far we could all go
Combine your pocket money with a Giro
Boots on the ground and the locals are my friends
Nothing between us but a telephoto lens
Urban guerilla in a culture war
I’m a private in the PR Corps
Vicarious kicks and right-wing imagery
Held at arm's length with a healthy irony
Urban guerilla in a culture war
I’m a private in the PR Corps
Vicarious kicks and right-wing imagery
Held at arm's length with a healthy irony

[Outro]
Knock down a few concrete blocks
And you’ll have flushed out the memory from this part of South London
Don’t pity the minority who’s prone to bouts of frustration
They made the mistake of believing the custodians will inherit the land
But in this aggressive housing market, don't strip it back completely
Let’s keep it bilingual
Where else do you want me to live?
It’s only 7 minutes from London Bridge