Hackney Downs Syndrome

Making your way around
This part of town
You feel like you belong
 
It's not quite suburbia
Hits a nerve with ya
Now we've moved in
 
Been dead for many years
Now five pound for beers
It's ace with retro taste
 
You were born here you say
Well that's OK
We've made it much better for you
 
Riding my bike around
Keeps the carbon down
Don't see red and everything's green
 
Have a guess what I do
I work in media too
We're in Hackney and everything's great
Everything's great
 
Gas heaters everywhere
Warms the autumn air
Until it's time and I'm falling home
 
Come meet my crazy friends
Funny in every sense
Our jokes are better than yours
 
Checked shirts and floral skirts
Beards are in you jerk
How fucking cool am I
 
Tearing traditions down
In Hackney Downs
It's just what we do
We do