All that's eastern is not cockney

Dark voices only mock me

Dead souls with Shoreditch cuts

A Dead Pariah

Creepers creeping through the night

National health providing sight 

Faithful hints of Hugo boss

And vintage tweed

Though I don't fit the bill

Why I come here still?

Hoxton square is boasting plenty

Freckled faces under twenty 

Never been the Arty type though 

Skinnies suit me

Spend your money on Cocaine

Free to me so why complain

A trendy nod, lest the Eighties

Rest In Peace