Westminster (Montgomery)
You've got nothing to do but to play with my head
my soul has been sold and my mind has been read
you kick off your shoes but what can I do
the sun is now sinking in my garden too
If I wandered the streets and slept in the dark
I'm sure you could find me alone in the park
but the sun it will rise and a new day will dawn
the rain will fall down and the clouds will be torn
Westminster, you're an epitaph to time
Westminster, as the Thames goes rolling by
Westminster, somewhere on the District line
Sad little children will cry in their rooms
the nanny no longer sings them nice tunes
although I feel better I still don't feel good
my mind and my heart don't feel like they should
Westminster, you're an epitaph to time
Westminster, as the Thames goes rolling by
Westminster, somewhere on the District line