Bradders - Lost Overseas (Banksy) Lyrics

Don't let them take it away, it's painted here and here it should stay
It's more than just a few bricks in the wall, An Banksy gave it to us all

A celebration of pride and joy is it a joke or a political ploy?
This working hero was something to see now it's gone we still can't... agree

Fruits of slave labour, the boy on his knees, fruits of slave labour
Has been lost overseas, lost overseas, lost overseas

This art was given for free, pointed bunting at the diamond jubilee
We want it back and we want it now This stolen art from London... town

And now the story's front page news. Is that what he himself would Choose
An art auction in Miami's vice, those Essex boys will pay... the price!

Fruits of slave labour, the boy on his knees, the fruits of slave labour
Has been lost overseas, lost overseas, lost overseas

Won't some-one bring it home today, won't some-one bring it home

Fruits of slave labour. The boy on his knees, fruits of slave labour
Has been lost overseas, lost overseas, lost overseas