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plundering until we're ill
they treat this place like a tourist village
and I'm standing on top of window sills.
Cranes they're crawling up a building
a dumptruck drives - a carpark's forming
flying so high - shadows as they're forming
over Wapping skys - open for touring

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Decomposing under heaven
everything's blurred by the sun
and that don't hide all the things they've been scorning
for a fast buck ride your holiday's begun
Robin Gray goosestepped to the station
with a small moustache he'd like to patent