Upon the heath we sit
Trying to make some sense of it
These mushrooms help a bit
Help us think
How we ought to think

There's nothing in our way
And no one's dying here
There's nothing in our way
We've nothing left to fear
There's nothing in our way
And no one's dying here

Down into town we stroll
I suggest no more rock and roll
Canary wharf, our chrstimas tree
Sucking up electricity

There's nothing in our way
No one's dying here
There's nothing in our way
There's nothing left to fear
There's nothing in our way
No one's dying here
Not that I can see

There's nothing in our way
No one's dying here
There's nothing in our way
There's nothing left to fear
There's nothing in our way
No one's dying here

I see Battenburg houses
A nightclub sky
I hear nursery rhymes
Fill my eyes, write these lines

Battenburg houses
A nightclub sky
Nursery rhymes
Fill my eyes, write these lines

Battenburg houses
A nightclub sky
Nursery rhymes, nursery rhymes
Fill my eyes, write these lines

Battenburg houses
A nightclub sky
Nursery rhymes
Fill my eyes, write these lines

Down into town we stroll
Down into town we stroll
Upon the heath we sit
Upon the heath we sit
Down into town we stroll
I suggest no more rock and roll
No more rock and roll
No more rock and roll
No more rock and roll
No more rock and roll