Lets build a home,
sleep under a leaky roof,
while hope resides in
dead end street.
We came by boat,
drift'd across the sea,
our families didn't approve,
all we wanted is to be free.
As I lie in bed,
starin' at the crescent moon,
my love glows like a candle in this gloom.
So come on baby,
lets build a home,
a one-bedroom flat
which overlooks the M1.
Freedom was our dream,
this is it's price,
while capitalism basks in
banker's drawing rooms.
I serve folk in a blue uniform,
stack shelves again and again.
My wage hardly raises a smile,
but when you hold my hand
it's worth while.
So come on,
lets build a home.
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