Ingerland

[Verse 1]
Yeah honey have you ever been to Ingerland?
And it’s pastures green
History of empire and cricket teams

[Verse 2]
Palaces, the phallic bits, architectural creed
Wonderful sights to see
We’re very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy
Say hello to the Marquis
Wonderful parties
A class extravaganza see, the towers of the gallery
Money where it has to be

[Verse 3]
And in the hands of the dark
It’s only fate that bears its mark
It’s fucking dingy for a start
Lost at heart
Between the mould and the shopping carts
Addicted to smoking
Change your name to coke kid
When the breaths don’t hit like they once did

[Verse 4]
Working class warrior with a panic attack
Confident in conversation
Suffers when he’s gotta laugh
[Outro]
And you ain’t been to Ingerland
You’ve been to London
And I don’t even mean London
I mean the nice parts of London
The expensive parts of London
Parts that make your family say woah
That’s something
Ingerland