Albion lyrics

Down in Albion 
They're black and blue 
But we don't talk about that 
Are you from 'round here? 
How do you do? 
I'd like to talk about that 
Talk over 
Gin in teacups 
And leaves on the lawn 
Violence in bus stops 
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn 

Gin in teacups 
And leaves on the lawn 
Violence in dole queues 
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout 

If you're looking for a cheap sort 
Set in false anticipation 
Ill be waiting in the photo booth 
At the underground station 
 [bad word] away, won't [bad word] away 
We can go to 
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook 
Anywhere in Albion 

Yellowing classics 
And canons at dawn 
coffee wallows and pith helmets 
and an English sun 

New bought classics 
And canons at dawn 
Terrible warlords, good warlords 
and an English song

But if you're looking for a cheap sort 
Glint with perspiration 
There's a four-mile queue 
Outside the disused power station 

 [bad word] away, won't [bad word] away 
We're going to... 
Watford, Enfields 
Anywhere oh 

If you're looking for a cheap tart
Glint with perspiration
Theres a five mile queue 
Outside the dissused power station

 [bad word] away, won't [bad word] away 
We're going to... 
Anywhere in Albion