Espedair Street

There's a place on the corner where we all like meet

The Butchers and the Buddhas live on Espedair Street

There's Hugin on my left side and there's Munin on my right

There's a pride of boys who make a noise and only want to fight

It's urgent and it's sad and it's lonely and it hurts

They want your vote and your money, it can only get worse

He can tell us a thing or two

He can make it hard for me and you

He can make you kneel, He can make you sigh

He can turn us all around - without telling us why

I'll eat my oats and drink my wine