The Ballad of Boundary Lane

I was riding on an empty bus when a fella sat down beside
His mobile phone was playing songs I did not recognise
I asked him «could he turn it down, the vocoder I decry»
He turned to me and sucked his tooth and gave me his reply
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
This is a beautiful thing
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
This is a beautiful thing
We were half way up the Walworth Road, stand it longer I could not
I said excuse me I’m getting off, mine’s the next stop
But he didn’t move an inch and so I pushed through for the door
His mobile phone fell from his hands and shattered on the floor
So I’m on the street and incommunicado’s in pursuit,
His mobile phone is in both hands and some in his tracksuit
I shout out to the driver, hey conductor you must
Slow down I’ve got off far too soon please let me on the bus
But with receding red, I turn and find I’ve nowhere left to run
When out of nowhere all the street lights are spinning like the sun
So I’m riding on an empty bus when a fella sits down beside
His mobile phone is playing songs I did not recognise
I asked him «could he turn it down, the vocoder I decry»
He turned to me and donned his cap and gave me his reply
And in my ears a shadow sneers that all is quid pro quo
And I say «well hello Satan, I believe it’s time to go»
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
This is a beautiful thing
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
Learn to love it
Why don’t you
This is a beautiful thing