Peter Doherty - 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 More 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 I'll be waiting in the photo booth At the underground station So come away, won't you come away? We could go to Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield Anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Anywhere in Albion Yellowing cla**ics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets And an English song Reebok cla**ics And canons at dawn Terrible warlords, good Warlords And an English song If you're looking for a cheap sort All glint with perspiration There's a four-mile queue Outside the disused power station Now come away, oh say you'll come away We'll go to Satsworth, Senford, Weovil, Woomoyle, Newcastle If you are looking for a cheap tart Don't glint with perspiration There's a five-mile queue Outside the disused power station Now come away, won't you come away? We'll go to Bedtown, Oldham, Nunthorpe, Rowlam, Bristol Anywhere in Albion