Miodes - Pigeons Lyrics

Well it was the bidding of the London Mayor
To stop feeding pigeons on Trafalgar Square
But if you want to feed some pigeons
You'll find plenty her

On a Stepney roof overgrown with creeper
That in Winter looks like wiry hair
And an old lady from Russia
Who has lived here for thirty years

Well she scatters bread on the ground
And the circling pigeons flutter down
And oh they have no beauty and no song

Such hateful birds
They shit on cars and wreck the pavements
They nest under blackened arches
And up on the ledges of untidy tenements
And oh they have no beauty and no song

I've lived in Birmingham and London
And everywhere I go
I see old immigrants with plastic bags full of crumbs
Wandering to and fro

And they scatter bread on the ground
And the circling pigeons flutter down
An oh they have no beauty and no song

Just shabby grey
With no colours but to their own
They flock the parks, crowd the ramparts
But some people take them to their hearts
Although they have no beauty and no song
Although they have no beauty and no song