defpony

honestly.......

it ain't about tea and biscuits, i'm one of those english misfits
i dont drink tea i drink spirits, and i talk alot of slang in my lyrics
there goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners
and staffordshire bull terriors and late night crawlers
police carry guns not truncheons, make your own assumptions
london aint all crumpets and trumpets, its one big slum pit
we aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean
now do the tony blair throw your hands in the air now everywhere
this is the picture i painted my low down, this is my london that i call my home town
its where im living and this is my low down
this is my england im letting you know now
no i dont watch the antiques roadshow, id rather listen to the deftones
and smoke someones fresh homegrown
and not get bloated on a plate of scones
cricket, bowls, croquet, nah xbox all the way, in an english council apartment
we dont all wear bowler hats and hire servants
more like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on the pavements
big up oliver twist, letting us know the nitty gritty of what london really is
it aint all pretty, deal with the realness, its all gritty, deal with the realness
ohh the changing of the queens guard, thats nothing for me to come out of the house for
tra la la id rather sit on my arse
and have a glass of newcastle nah
we aint all bridget jones clones, who say pardon me
more like gwanin mate, you get me
we aint all posh like the queen, we aint all squeaky clean
now do the tony blair throw your hands in the air now everywhere
this is the picture i painted my low down, this is my london that i call my home town
its where im living and this is my low down
this is my england im letting you know now

.......and i love it