Living in the “Rubbish dump of Europe”
The Eastend ghetto, ‘though i’m sure i can cope.
After all, years before, Swindon town…
was my home. Like now, then i felt down
Learned to adapt to my environment then
And i’ll learn to come to terms yet again.
One day, when my boat comes in and i escape all of this.
Living in a place, where “Riffraff” don’t show their face, sheer bliss.
I will look back at those dark days….
with joy, as my new postcode, i embrace.
Goodbye to the very same s******e
that threatened to eat away at my soul
Welcome to my new address
That inspires me to create great art, no less
When i wake, from my heart, i’m singing
If only i could’ve lived here from the beginning
Still, you have to suffer for your art, they say
Now, life’s game, i’m winning, anyway
I’ve taken up root. I’m here to stay
The “Rubbish dump” is of another day.
Goodbye Tower Hamlets , Walthamstow and Hackney too
No more residing in the “Human Zoo”
The Eastend and Eastenders …. f*** you!
Phil Mitchell, The Queen Vic
Enough to make you violently sick!
The “Rubbish dump of Europe” seems a thousand miles away.
As now, i wear a smile on my face, every day