Lyrics:
Alternate State
My head is spinning
Around and around
In Westminster Cathedral
Deep old sound
I believe in freedom
Not closed doors
Or narrow
Westminster flowers, it's not unnatural
Until tomorrow, when we'll go back to hell
Westminster flowers, it's not unnatural
Westminster flowers, down and under
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little
ass with old clothes because you ran out of tissue
But in WESTMINSTER you don't face problems or issues
and even though they don't know you they judge
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before,
Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?
We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh,
Lay a wreath on Queen Victoria's grave
Then someone built the bomb
And the good old days were gone
Into a huge black hole we'd soon descend
Our boys
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
Journalist
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
the rainy streets of old London
And the girl that I came home to see
I stood on the bridge by Westminster
Looked at the view before me
The river that flowed
the wise man sings in the cuckoo's nest
I walked the West End late last night
After seein' an old friend of mine
We talked about this place and the way
doomsday
Off leash gryphons at the
Westminster Kennel Club
As vessels of Beelzebub bite
The hand that belly-rub
Lug it to the belfry
Keep the pups alive
Journalist
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across
strong team with a movement that's so strong it could Take over the district Westminster
You done know I'm a champion but I've Take L's too like
to get rid of old routines
I've seen them all, the lost and found, fallen and the frauds
From Westminster to Whitechapel
From Brixton to each and every bar
or Westminster Abbey
A man blew fire from a horn for a crowd to hear and see
As they said, "here is a coin, thanks for your service"
And I saw cities upon cities
until I'm old and grouchy
The World will keep turning with or without me
The World will keep turning when I'm dead and stinking
I'm not a Fulcrum,
Leicester Square
Goodge Street baker Street
Bond Street warren Street
Old Street liverpool Street
Edgware
West Acton west Harrow
West Finchley kew Gardens
Discuss these Old Westminster Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In