Sundark on darker streets.
It's violent times for weary feet.
Carjackers and bullet showers,
A yellow sign.
Too many fools in power
But see, I will be gone by morning.
My dear friend, I lost a fight
I wash my hands in your grey slowing night.
Coming down from darkened heights.
I taste the Thames with my cycle lights
By St Paul's, by Big Ben,
By God's name, I repent.
But see, I will be gone by morning
My dear London, goodnight
Forget me, I wash myself in your grey river light
Through Great Fire, doodlebug and bombscare
The courage of the immigrant
Canonize the blacks dogs and Irish
Who led me to be born to your bells
Raised me to not sink in you suffer
Nor perish in our plague of demolitionЕще Patrick Wolf