Southwark Park Road
some call it the Beirut of East London, it ain’t that classy you’ve got to gel with the locals maybe sample the cuisine, just don’t be getting “Mardie” you’ll get knocked out clean Lou Farrow’s use to serve mushy pea ectoplasm , you had to close your eyes and swallow whilst holding your nose, it’s now a Turkish Barbers who’d happily slit your throat in the name of Jihad up in Market square human sized pork chops leashing their attack Dogs sit sizzling on the pavement grill, they’re all feeling “ Proper Chill” now they’ve cashed their Giro’s, they don’t have a ‘To Do’ list so the wasters are getting pissed at the taxpayer’s expense up by the old clock house there’s a couple of functioning junkies blurting and gargling as they drag a fully constructed four poster bed to Cash Converters, they’re a proper pair of nothing burgers ...
