New Piccadilly is grey and brown
A terse introduction to the town
Its fading now
Its fading now now now
The beats the styles the cracked mirrored tiles in the basement
Some other life
Maybe a stones throw from the cops
Sequestered above the barbers shop
He played it out
They're trading now now now
The unity was special to see you can't fake that
Some other life
Under the arches we were found
We made it our private stomping ground
Its fading now keeps raining now now now
The beats the styles it goes on for miles in the distance
Some other life