A little sunday sunday trip down memory lane. Lyrics are still, above anything, and unfortunately completely, relevant:
I was walking by the river, I was asking myself questions
But the answers I came up with didn’t fit
Some have breakfast in bed some aren’t properly fed
The way they talk about it makes me want to spit
And they’re raising all their eyebrows at the raising of the pound
Whilst they raise another city to the ground
And we’re opening the doors and walking ’round on all fours
Looking for a sense in lost and found
