hit to spare And go on promising That more could be all theirs All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dreams
Translation: New Model Army. Western Dreams.
we walked by The junction up on All Saints Road 'It's a mean old scene' It doesn't do much for business or the paper-crack West-End dream The council
the trees And soon it will be time to go Freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom. 121st street and rising the western dream aspires The crack
