J. Whitney / R. Chapman Once I lived in green grass An open country view Now it's just a power blocking Above its residue** Gone are songs of songbirds Spring and the summer too Just rows and rows of terrace lungs With demolition dew Yes, what I'd give If I could go back to the place Where I used to live The city smells of money The townfolk bring me down Hustling for their ** games A business battleground Yes, what I'd give If I could go back to the place Where I used to live