They opened up a cocktail bar

In the shadow of Engels Court

Now folks dress up

And spend their cash

You can’t deny their London pride

They say “Who won the war?

Who ruled the world?

Who showed them all?”

Well who cares?

Run from the past

Into the past

Your job will go

Your house will go

But they will wave from their video

And the police will be there as well

With a boot or gun

To cry out

Run from the past

Into the past

Into the past she ran

Under schooled and underfed

And she runs through the deaf city

Looking for a well paid job

And she finds it on the gin house floor

And the papers always say “Go back to work

You’re all alone, old fashioned, weak and childish”

Run from the past

Into the past

You got to run from the past

Into the past

Yeah