Warm We wake together The day expects Behind the curtain This story is Of a world where Fear is banished Happiness certain Self gratification Is every person's dream But it comes with Wealth and privilege And inheritance is the key We have the chances That you never did To squander and to misuse However we see fit I might not be so obvious Here in Camden Town The headless little rich kid In whose pocket is a crown But here I'm masquerading Slumming with my poshing best Does it matter we don't know life Simply drain it from the rest We're here whilst we want Spaffing money up the wall One thing to be sure of is that We won't fall I have a flat in Kentish Town now Walk down the hill To where it happens The buzz I get Is most uplifting I dress right down And cruise the taverns And when you see me You would never guess That I am a rich man And I couldn't care less We have the chances That you never did To squander and to misuse However we see fit I might not be so obvious Here in Camden Town The headless little rich kid In whose pocket is a crown But here I'm masquerading Slumming with my poshing best Does it matter we don't know life Simply drain it from the rest We're here whilst we want Spaffing money up the wall One thing to be sure of is that We will never fall Stand back mere plebs We will never fall
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Stand Back
London. The wealth trickles out from the centre and sets property prices alight. The “edginess” of Camden becomes a commodity, blunted upon purchase. But those well-off, thirty-something gentrifiers insist on imagining themselves part of the Culture. What culture? They've missed it, like yachts passing in the night and leaving no trace but the erosion of their wake.
This is track 8 on the Hawley Road album.
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