A beeping car carrying on endlessly
These London streets are full of intensity
Left their scars in an urban sprawl that tore us apart
I left my spirit in a box by the River Thames
You found it in a street somewhere in the East End
The message was so crumpled
Crumpled and worn
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
I remember when I was young
I had a Lynn drum
I used to make demos in my bedroom
I once saw a doctor
He didn't know what was wrong with me
He gave me some pills at quarter past three
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
Poorer than ever Oooh Oooh
Art Block - Poorer Than Ever Lyrics
Art Block - Poorer Than Ever Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
A beeping car carrying on endlessly
These London streets are full of intensity
Left their scars in an urban sprawl that tore us apart
I left my spirit in a box by the River Thames
You found it in a street somewhere in the East End
The message was so crumpled
Crumpled and worn
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
I remember when I was young
I had a Lynn drum
I used to make demos in my bedroom
I once saw a doctor
He didn't know what was wrong with me
He gave me some pills at quarter past three
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
Poorer than ever Oooh Oooh
These London streets are full of intensity
Left their scars in an urban sprawl that tore us apart
I left my spirit in a box by the River Thames
You found it in a street somewhere in the East End
The message was so crumpled
Crumpled and worn
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
I remember when I was young
I had a Lynn drum
I used to make demos in my bedroom
I once saw a doctor
He didn't know what was wrong with me
He gave me some pills at quarter past three
And the rhythm of our lives
Sparks so much trouble and strife
And the leaders clamour together
To make the poor man poorer than ever
Poorer than ever Oooh Oooh
Writer: Shuab Parvez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music