Leb Off

Through the skylights and the stained glass stars

Through the coal hole and the broken vase

You see me on the servant's stairs

In a great coat and a pair of flares

I’m climbing to the top floor

To the landing with the red door

I knock, there’s no answer

Just wood and cracked plaster

Leb off, leb off, leb off

On a street that once rang with

Shrieks of children, knife grinders

Sweeps and totters with hand carts

Purveyors of the dark arts

Who stood on boxes by your gate

To warn the sinful of their fate

As hoops and dogs on wheels rolled by

All caught on glass and bromide

Leb off, leb off, lеb off

And now the post-war concrete drеam

Which once replaced that very scene

With fruits of civvy labor

Has fallen out of favor

They stand with gaping window eyes

And chipboard pupils cut to size

Awaiting demolition

And sprayed across this vision

Leb off, leb off, leb off

Leb off, leb off, leb off