Saturday, 28 February 2015
Streets of Soho -Wonk unit lyrics
You kept us alive.
You fed us as we fried our brains,
Night'y, ever so slightly, but you weren't to know.
Gastronomic offerings, we couldn't afford to eat
So we nicked your morning sweeteners.
We fell on you like vultures,
desperate, depraved, colleagues probably afraid
but would gladly have denied our daily feed.
The irony, straight from a seedy Victoria bed
stinking of sex and guilt and musty sheets.
We lived like extravagant kings.
Lording it up in the glorious streets of Soho ho ho.
Monday to Friday, one massive party,
hundreds of pounds a night we stole.
Acid and booze, coke and sex and arguments
We lived like extravagant kings lording it up in the glorious streets of Soho,
hoho then back to work in Mayfair at the bottom,always late and broke, begging for scraps and smoking butts Hank Marvin,starving,laughing