Mo Fe Lo Le

Across the sea, to the streets of Leeds Chasing girls, chasing dreams The boys in blue, had a different view They chased David to a place that he knew Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home No brave new world, no cosy bed Eight years in Menston was a shock to the head On the streets once more, curled in a shop door There's no protection from the long are of the law Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home The charge sheet read Oluwale was dead It wasn't our fault, Ellerker and Kitching said Young PC Jones was chilled to the bone In a moment of truth sent David's soul home Ilu hi ti su me Till the tides have turned Ilu hi ti su me Till the lesson's learned Ilu ti ti su me Till we find a home David Oluwale died alone The law's the law unless you're black or poor As the world still turns one thing is she That England's shame, it happens again Same old crime, just different names Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le I want to go home