Went to the river
Seeking inspiration,
Saw dead fish floating
Dead men boating
And condoms galore.

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Sat by the river
Wondering,
From where cometh
Dat bloody smell,
For if I waz wize
And I could tell
The world would know.

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This is our river
It runs through our lives
This is our river
Our shit-coloured river,
It's had it
But it's ours.

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This river speaks
Every boot had a body
Every shirt had a friend,
And the old boys
Say they shall all meet
Where every river ends.

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Here by this river
Joe Public wrote songs
And ships came
From far away,
Capitalism lived here,
Ships left from here,
To cheat someone,
Somewhere.

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This river is on the map
The Queen came here,
The King came here,
Hitler bombed it,
Joe Bloggs bombed it,
A hundred factories
Bomb it every day,
But this river won't go away,
They say.

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Went to the river
Seeking inspiration,
Got eco-depression,
Got stopped and searched,
Got called a coon,
Got damned lungs,
Got city river blues.