Upon the heath we sit Trying to make some sense of it These mushrooms help a bit Help us think How we ought to think
There's nothing in our way And no ones dyeing here There's nothing in our way We've nothing left to fear Thers nothing in our way And no ones dyeing here
Down into town we stroll I suggest no more rock and rooll Canary wharf our chrstimas tree Sucking up electricity
There's nothing in our way No ones dyeing here Nothing in our way Nothing left to fear Nothing in our way No ones dyeing here Not that I can see Nothing in our way No ones dyeing here Nothing in our way Nothine left to fear Oh nothing in our way No ones dyeing here
I see battenburg houses Night club sky I hear nursery rhymes Fill my eyes write these lines (Repeat)
Down into town we stroll Down into town we stroll Upon the heath we sit Upon the heath we sit Down into town we stroll I insint no more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll
