At the meeting point of two great rivers a new destination has emerged, industrial yet so refined
A brand new island neighborhood we perched upon the River Thames; discover the contemporary at Goodluck Hope
In the 'istoric 'eart of the East End yet cut off from the outside world
Secluded from the rush you can avoid the morning crush of boys and girls
Experiential breweries, proximity to indices and more
We're heavy on the Standards and so delightfully light upon the Poors.

Don't go out much anymore
Don't see the people you once saw
They moved me out of Ronan Point
And fifty two years later I'm the only one left in this joint

Old Miss Wong, she moved out first
Then Elspeth, Winston, Guiggsy and my old man in a darkened hearse
My daughter's out in Becontree and no one else is arsed with me except the little black boy two floors down

I try to keep him out of trouble but you know what Easts become
I found him in our rotten stairwell clutching some discarded gun

The glare of One Canada Square cross the way
They've thrown us away, They've thrown us away
And our ends close in on us, closer each day, they...

"Lay down that weapon, dear, how many has it been this year?"
He said "it's all I've got. I'd rather cause the crossfire than get shot"

I sat and I wept for him, what could I say?
Good luck with marketing death and decay, you threw us away

When you walk the dock and hear them scream you pay no mind it's only boys that do not count

We don't go round the basin no more
Just so easy to ignore