As I wDalk these streets alone

Through this borough I call homA/C#e

Upon the barBmon fields of Highbury

Neath the stadiums of stone

Through the turnGstiles at The Angel

See the homeless on the green

From The CallAy to The Cross

And every character in between

Pass the churDch

the mosque, a crack den

And the offie on the cornA/C#er

See the brasBmses from the brothel

That pretends to be a sauna

Watch the bedGlam in the bookies

See the winners and the losers

Seeking solaAce from their sorrows

In the local battle cruisers

Through the madDness in the market

Weathered faces turn to greeA/C#t ya

“Hello guvBmnor, how’s your mother?”

“you alright son, be lucky geeza”

Double pieG and mash and liquor

A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap

Or watch retireAd gangsters bicker

Everyday in Arthur’s cafe

The little f*cDkers causing trouble

For the cozzers make you smilA/C#e

You meet ya mucBmkers for a couple

Forget your troubles for a while

From The ThorGnhill to The Hemmy

All the faces are the same

The manAor might be changing

But the people still remain

NoDrth LondoA/C#n foreverBm

Whatever the weaGther

These streets are our ownA

And my hearDt will leaA/C#ve you nevBmer

My blood will foreveEr

Run through the stonGe Gm

As I walkD these streets alone

Through a kingdom made of ChromA/C#e

I see them ripBmping up the cobbles

And tearing down our childhood homes

I see the archiGtecture changing

See the history disappear

And the skyAline rearranging

Into towers of veneer

But I see the remDnants of the London

That they thought they could erasA/C#e

Every timBme I hear the old school

Talk about the good old days

Every timGe I watch the football

Or have a ruby with the lads

See an hoisAter selling clobber

Or a dealer shotting bags

It’s in the singDle mothers juggling

A baby and a jobA/C#

In every sinBmgle brother struggling

That wound up in the dock

It’s in the rootGs and the foundations

Still clinging to the land

It’s in the bricAks that built The Morland

And Popham that still stand

It’s in my famDily and my friends

In every gram and every BenA/C#z

It’s in the rootBms that you inherit

When a generation ends

It’s in the ruinGs of your youth

And the faces of your past

Cause the manAor may be changing

But the people always last

NoDrth LondoA/C#n foreverBm

Whatever the weaGther

These streets are our ownA

And my hearDt will leaA/C#ve you nevBmer

My blood will foreveEr

Run through the stonGe Gm