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Honey have you ever been to Ingerland? And it’s pastures green,
History of empire, and cricket teams. Palaces (the phallic bits) Architectural creed,
Wonderful sights to see...
We’re very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy,
Say ‘ello to the Marquis, His wonderful parties,
A class extravaganza, see The towers and the gallery,
The money where it has to be.
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.
Working class warrior with a panic attack,
Confident in conversation Suffers when he’s gotta laugh n’, You ain’t been to Ingerland, You been to London,
(And I don’t even mean London)
I mean the nice parts of London, Expensive parts of London,
The parts that make your family say: ‘Woah, that’s something’. Ingerland.