Past

They opened up a cocktail bar
In the shadow of Engels Court
Now folks dress up
And spend their cash
You can’t deny their London pride
They say “Who won the war?
Who ruled the world?
Who showed them all?”
Well who cares?

Run from the past
Into the past

Your job will go
Your house will go
But they will wave from their video
And the police will be there as well
With a boot or gun
To cry out

Run from the past
Into the past

Into the past she ran
Under schooled and underfed
And she runs through the deaf city
Looking for a well paid job
And she finds it on the gin house floor

And the papers always say “Go back to work
You’re all alone, old fashioned, weak and childish”

Run from the past
Into the past
You got to run from the past
Into the past
Yeah