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All this land was privately owned in the late 1800's
When Thomas Courtney Warner decided to build
Cheap accommodation for the working classes
And, oh, those houses were pretty with their red bricks
They have a restrained elegance, uncommon in most other housing
That was designed before the first world war
I am happy with you
And I can see the sunlight between your legs from a certain angle
And I can see you look at other men if I turn around in time
And I can hear you singing out of tune if I creep behind you
When will you come home? Oh, when will you come home?
If we don't go to church, how will we save ourselves?
If we don't go to bars we will surely kill ourselves
The library's the place to redeem ourselves but it's, oh, so dull
It's the bedroom every time