Disgusted, E7

I rode to Aldgate on a 225

and the crowd shook me alive

and I swear by the dirt in my nails

and by the will that always fails

these are the streets where nothing grows

there’s easy pickings for the ones who know

but I know nothing and it’s being rubbed in

out of the carton and straight in the bin
And I walked through an excuse
for a park
a shield of concrete and a sheet of glass

in the bushes where the law takes flight

deserted by day and diverted at night
I went to sleep

I went to sleep

I went to sleep in the witness stand

my body tossed and turned by ghostly hands

I was being born and lying dead

and I awoke with the thickest of heads
There was a knock and I opened the door

rain on the pavement and shit on the floor

and the chemist was open late

the only cross on the eastern estate
I fell from grace 

I fell from grace 

I fell from grace

I fell from grace in the west end of town

the rich and the waste always bring me down
I fell from grace in the west end of town

the rich and the waste always brings me down

I rode to Aldgate on a 225

where the wasted are just kept alive