Текстове на песни: Mr Hudson. A Tale Of Two Cities. Upon the Heath.

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 Christmas tree
Sucking up electricity

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

Nothing in our way
No one's dying here
Not that I can see

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

Oh, nothing in our way
No one's dying here

I see Battenberg houses
Night club sky
I hear nursery rhymes
Fill my eyes write these lines

I see Battenberg houses
Night club sky
I hear 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 insist, 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