South London Safari

Cool your lip, take it in your stride

All of this, look me in the eyes

Stand right back, who are you to decide? Yay

The ones that get to rise after the fall

Found a way to escape from reality

Take my hand, come on, let’s pray

Won’t be played like a tambourine

So change your ways, only so much we can take

Before we break

Bit by bit while the world collided around me

I'd watch and sit, and stare at the horizon

This ain’t it, time to live your life, yay

We’re the ones destined to rise after it falls

We found a way to escape from reality

Take my hand, come on and let’s pray

Don't be played like a tambourine

So change your ways, only so much we can take

Before we break

We won’t suffer (oh)

We won’t suffer, no (oh)

We won’t suffer, no (oh)

We won’t suffer no more (hey)

We won’t suffer, no (hey)

We won’t suffer, no (hey)

We won’t suffer, no (hey)

Won’t suffer, no

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Why, why, why, why

Ay, South London safari

You can’t civilise me

People wanna criticise me, oh

When they were lying I thought that I

Could be myself with you

So why you trying?

When you’re addicted to the bright height

But bullshit

Your people die, and yet nobody’s crying

We're busy out here flying, flying away

Busy out here flying, flying away

Busy out here flying, flying away

We’re flying, flying, yeah

(Oh)

We won’t suffer, no (oh)

We won’t suffer, no (oh)

We won’t suffer, no no (oh)

We won’t suffer no more (hey)

We won’t suffer this (hey)

We won’t suffer, no (hey)

We won’t suffer, no (hey)

Won’t suffer, no

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Why, why, why, why

Ay, South London safari

We used to get high by the dinosaurs

In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland

Couldn’t go outside 'till I’ve done my chores

Or Auntie Gladys would take me by the hand

Stone circles, Hilly fields park

Try’na light a cigarette, waiting for a spark

My friends don’t cry when I’m sitting in the dark

By the light of the moon, hear me sing like a lark

I should be getting home soon, he’ll be waiting

I don’t wanna let him down, what a shame ting

Tell me who’s to blame, Shing. I say

I've said my prayers to the lady of consumption

It’s rude to stare with your thoughts and your assumptions

Natural hairdo, Norwood Junction

I’m sat in the hair chair trying to function

Half paid scholarship to St. Dunstan's

Every penny spent, now they’re facing gazumtion

Feds at the door, body cameras, truncations

Ay, South London safari

We used to get high by the dinosaurs

In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland

Couldn’t go outside 'till I’ve done my chores

Livin', lovin' the view from the Horniman

We used to get high by the dinosaurs

In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland

We never went outside 'till we do the chores

Or Auntie Gladys would take us by the hand

Ay, South London safari

Get inside!