Morden

You can go and eat your Chinese food

Over drunken fools singing 80's tunes and

They'll be singing out of tune

Saying, ‽Get the foreigners out of my area”

And a skinhead in a Burberry coat

This is not the sort of place

You wanna take your kids to

Fifty pound shops and nothing left to inspire me

Oh, in Morden

Well, in Morden

Oh, in Morden

Morden

Starring at the government not noticing the queen

A Superdrug and a KFC

Is this everything you need for a cultured city

Or is this everything you need to promote burglary?

And you don't get this in the countryside

A skinhead coming at you with a knife

What will you do?

Must be something wrong with our society

Or is it Morden?

Is it Morden?

Is it Morden?

Morden

I read the news today

A youth killed himself in a horrible way

He hung himself

From the local supermarket car park

And walking down Canon Hill Lane

I saw the flowers lay where a car crash took place

A drug dealer crashed into a chicane

It sort of sums up where we live

Oh, in Morden

Well, in Morden

Well, in Morden

Well, in Morden