Ingerland Songtext
von Seb Lowe

Yeah, honey, have you ever been to Ingerland, and its′ pastures green?
History of Empire, and cricket teams
Palaces, the phallic bits, architectural creed
Wonderful sights to see

We're very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy
Say ′ello to the Marquis, wonderful parties
A class extravaganza see, the towers and the gallery
Money where it has to be


And in the hands of the dark
It's only fate that bears its mark
It's fucking dingy for a start, lost at heart
Between the mould and the shopping carts

Addicted to smoking, change your name to "coke kid"
When the breaths don′t hit like they once did
Working class warrior with a panic attack
Confident in conversation, suffers when he′s gotta laugh

And you ain't been to Ingerland, you been to London
And I don′t even mean London, I mean the nice parts of London
The expensive parts of London, parts that make your family say "whoa, that's something"

Ingerland