| Oh how swallow is to hunger |
| As a pigeon to my Trafalgar |
| In them young boys eyes she’d seen |
| The kind of men they could have been |
| Home is far from here |
| You see they are from the other side of the horizon |
| Where a lad stands a slim chance |
| Even if they knew |
| They’ve made all the right choices |
| And so could you imagine it |
| How it feels to be a mother in this |
| Part of borough of never ending field |
| Edmonton |
| Edmonton |
| Will we change x2 |
| From time to time i ponder |
| But this so called reason for pondering |
| Ponders no end |
| And Boris promised a sweet plan so |
| We gave him a second chance |
| He said stand and be headstrong |
| Black gigantic livingstones |
| Oh how whispering is to falling short |
| As anger to the shutting of a door |
| John 11:35 Jesus wept and wept and wept |
| Cause ain’t nobody getting up from their sleep |
| Saying how about we start a new thread |
| I ain’t talkin about revolution |
| Just a simple hello friend will do |
| Ain’t much of a duty in this part borough |
| Of never ending field |
| Edmonton |
| Edmonton |
| Will we change x2 |
| I ain’t talking about a revolution |
| Just a simple hello friend, will do |
| Ain’t much of a duty in all parts boroughs |
| Of never ending feuds |