From the album Jake Aaron EP

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Lyrics

When your energy starts to wane
And you’re filled with woe
Get on the first train you can and head into Soho
You may look up at the skies
You may wonder why
From time to time, you may even want to cry

I’ve got mates with tastes in all things Asian
I’m getting off the train at Dalston Kingsland station
My mate Matt wears plaits, it’s a little bit unnerving
He takes a dive at a shoal of girls
Tonight they’re just too flighty though

I’ve got mates with tastes in all things Asian
I’ve got A.D.D. I never pay attention
Look here comes Amy, she’s really pretty
She’s got holes in her lobes like a Maori
Outside the English getting rowdy with their Stella and wode

The Pilgrim Fathers have all sailed back home
Round the fire, in Uniqlo
The night starts to glow

Over the new frontier under the old estate
An old guy is worse for wear
He’s seen it all and better days
A dog is off the leash, it’s all skull and teeth
People make their way hastily
to the other side of the street

Yeah mate he’s only playing says its keeper
You can’t see his face, he’s hooded like the Reaper
The Police turn up to maintain some order
As the streets fill up and the barman rings the bell to call last orders
In the distance sirens start to whine
Then we hear the cry
This place would blow sky high if I gave the sign