Peter Doherty - Albion
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Oh Down in Albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that

Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

More gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl
Behind the checkout

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station

So come away, won't you come away
We could go to...
Catford, Watford, Lincoln Digberth, Hereford
Anywhere in Albion

Ahh yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And an English song

Aah... Reebok classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And, and the English song

But if you're looking for a cheap tart
All glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station

Now come away, wont you come away
We'll go to...
Margate, Scarborough, Wigan, Sheppard’s Bush
Oh anywhere

but if you're looking for a cheap tart
that’s glint with perspiration
there's be waiting at the photo booth
at the underground station
wont you come away, come away
we’ll go to
anywhere in Albion