Letras
Setting the scene
The sun streaks in slits, sharp in the eye
The city traffic hums a bass line
And the call of the barrow boy echoes
The shutters are creaking in this part of town
Fried chicken and Greggs
Penny slots and pawning shops
And sickly vapours fog the air
Hints of the future fight the tide
A vegan cafe and craft tortilla
The smell of fresh fish on a Friday, guts in the drain
Miss Millie is always frying
Easy street
This is easy street
Uneasy street
This is easy
A man with a chicken on his head
The walking wounded heroes
A fellow with a medal on his chest
Bending, suited, standing, staring
A weary old couple of bikers
Astride their trusty steeds
Motobility's dressed as Harley Ds
Tats and denim, leather and tees
Ginger and thinning and constantly singing
An operatic drone all tone and no tune
Green shirt and nicotine fringe
He's always there shopping and singing shopping and singing
Ken, an elderly permanent fixture, glides and chats
His handlebars adorned with a thousand key rings
Each one tells a story
A well worn cowboy riding his metropolitan range
And then stop, its all gone
Pawn is past and PV's rotting
Darren's gone but not forgotten
The gnarly, twisted colourful drunks
The squawking lady and crusty punk
The streets are cleaned, swept and cleared
Of the vibrant rabble, the wobbly and weird
The tarted shop fronts pave the way
For the hackneyed, banal, the boring and grey
The uniform chains and coffee cup whores
St. Catherine turns in her grave and Miss Millie
Finally closes the door