All this land was privately owned in the late 1800's when Thomas Courtney Warner decided to build cheap accommodation for the working classes
And oh those houses were pretty with their red bricks, they have a restrained elegance uncommon in most other housing that was designed before the First World War

I am happy with you
And I can see the sunlight between you legs from a certain angle
And I can see you look at other men if I turn around in time
And I can hear you singing out of tune if I creep behind you
When will you come home
Oh when will you come home
If we don't go to church how will we save ourselves
If we don't go to bars we will surely kill ourselves
The library's the place to redeem ourselves but its oh so dull
It's the bedroom every time