The Lords of the New Church
portobello remastered
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If you're living outside of the law.
Run to your hole-in-the-wall.
Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn.
Find safety and refuge within.
Strangers' bazzar.
Doesn't matter who you are. There's a melting
pot of lunatic fringe.
Seething with sedition.
Annointed with wisdom
The streets of Portobello's extremes.
If voting could
change things they'd make it illegal.
Truth is the sword of us all.
Insane are the normal.
Musicians and outlaws.
The artists and rasta and dreams, dreams, dreams.
We gotta go... Portobello
Yeah, you gotta go... Portobello
You gotta go, we gotta go, I gotta go... Portobello
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