Upon The Heath

Upon the heath we sit

Trying to make some sense of it

These mushrooms help a bit

Help us think

How we ought to think

There's nothing in our way

And no ones dyeing here

There's nothing in our way

We've nothing left to fear

Thers nothing in our way

And no ones dyeing here

Down into town we stroll

I suggest no more rock and rooll

Canary wharf our chrstimas tree

Sucking up electricity

There's nothing in our way

No ones dyeing here

Nothing in our way

Nothing left to fear

Nothing in our way

No ones dyeing here

Not that I can see

Nothing in our way

No ones dyeing here

Nothing in our way

Nothine left to fear

Oh nothing in our way

No ones dyeing here

I see battenburg houses

Night club sky

I hear nursery rhymes

Fill my eyes write these lines

(Repeat)

Down into town we stroll

Down into town we stroll

Upon the heath we sit

Upon the heath we sit

Down into town we stroll

I insint no more rock and roll

No more rock and roll

No more rock and roll

No more rock and roll

No more rock and roll