Mr Hudson & The Library - Upon the Heath lyrics

Upon the heath we sit Trying to make some sense of it These mushrooms help a bit Help us think How we ought to think There's nothing in our way And no one's dying here There's nothing in our way We've nothing left to fear There's nothing in our way And no one's dying here Down into town we stroll I suggest no more rock and roll Canary Wharf our Christmas tree s**ing up electricity There's nothing in our way No one's dying here Nothing in our way Nothing left to fear Nothing in our way No one's dying here Not that I can see Nothing in our way No one's dying here Nothing in our way Nothing left to fear Oh, nothing in our way No one's dying here I see Battenberg houses Night club sky I hear nursery rhymes Fill my eyes write these lines I see Battenberg houses Night club sky I hear nursery rhymes Fill my eyes write these lines Down into town we stroll Down into town we stroll Upon the heath we sit Upon the heath we sit Down into town we stroll I insist, no more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll No more rock and roll