Grange Hell (South London in D)

The lights are up, The stage is set, A precious snowflake laid to rest. And it's Void, void, void life on these shores. Don't cry, cry, cry and make it worse. Cos you'll die, die, die so penniless. The best of times all dust to dust. Two feet in front of me, a driverless hearse, A penniless future pulled by legless horses. Sixteen candles, six feet below. We're spunked out, led on, nowhere to go. Well it's Void, void, void life on these shores. Don't cry, cry, cry and make it worse. Cos you'll die, die, die so penniless. The best of times all dust to dust.