E1

[Chorus]
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal Green, I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up, the fiends come out
Oh, and may he bless them all

[Verse 1]
My stairs a drug den
Our air infused with weed
When the powder hits, the molly sits, will we make it through the week?
Kisses on canals
Drink ups we'll never make
'Cause London Fields seems far away, so in E1 we will stay

[Chorus]
Bookies, fingers crossed
Viеws from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal green, I think I havе seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up, the fiends come out
Oh, and may he bless them all

[Interlude]
Those that can hear me, I say - do not despair
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress
The hate of man will pass, and dictators die

[Verse 2]
We're royals in our castle
This tower hamlets our domain
We're royals in our castle
Our castle
Tags sprayed in silver
Warhols and Basquiats
So let's leave our mark, our legacy until we make it out
COVID's inflating
Heard it's Brazilian strain
If I hear the word unprecedented again I'm throwing hands

[Chorus]
Bookies, fingers crossed
Views from tower blocks
From Spitalfields to Bethnal green, I think I have seen enough
Prayers in chapel-brown
Boxed in globe town
When the sun comes up, the fiends come out
Oh, and may he bless them all

[Outro]
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world, there is room for everyone, and the good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone
Now our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness, hard and unkind
We think too much and feel too little
More than machinery, we need humanity
More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness
The way of life, free and beautiful