Ryan O'Reilly - Portobello Road

The walls are grafittied the rubbish is strewn
The carnival has come to town
The windows still boarded the police are scared
Last week this whole city burned down
There is no situation that they can't make worse
There is thirty-five thousand around
And they'll bravely chase after the fiercest of foes
Provided they're easily found
Imagine the future, imagine a boot,
imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
And then firmly put back in their place
From Ladbroke Grove Station to Notting Hill Gate
The market is dead on its feet
Past Orwell's old house with dead looks in their eyes
And Their clip-boards they march down the street
You could go after them with guitars in your hands
But they'll sure enough quickly deploy
Drones to steal from you, choke you
and shatter your bones
Those that can't create always destroy
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot,
imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
And then firmly put back in their place
We gathered in silence in the back of the bar
On the street where the bands used to play
Nursing our drinks and cursing our luck
Surely they don't deserve the last say
So raise your instruments high
your voice to the sky
It's all that we have for the fight
When they've turned this all into one shopping mall
They'll finally sleep well at night
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot,
imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
And then firmly put back in their place

Written by:
DAVID GRANSHAW, RYAN O'REILLY, TYLER KYTE

Publisher:
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