Art Block - England's Dying Lyrics

That old fella in the east London market
He's lived here for years and years
And now so many are here
That woman in the pub
Can't get her pie and mash
And now the times have changed
Can you see can you see in the future?
Can you hold hands with my imaginary daughter?
Will you tell her everything will be ok?
Because it's f*cked up so much, I can't sleep at night
Do you see do you feel the clean water?
Cleansing Cockney gin bricks and mortar
I'm hallucinating a vision of orphans
Can you feed them in foodbanks overflowing
An incompatible friend
An incompetent solicitor
I've taken too many pills
The lullabies are here
So sleep well my darling in London's twisted streets
Do you bleed do you bleed if a pinprick?
Will it hurt if I dug my f*cking nails in?
Is it red blood that spills on the pavement?
Or am I imagining teenagers dying?
It is me or is the government lying?
Do you see what I saw or is England's Dying?
Easy to ignore young hearts that bleed