Lyrics

Through the skylights and the stained glass stars Through the coal hole and the broken vase You see me on the servant's stairs In a great coat and a pair of flares I'm climbing to the top floor To the landing with the red door I knock, there's no answer Just wood and cracked plaster Leb off, leb off, leb off On a street that once rang with Shrieks of children, knife grinders Sweeps and totters with hand carts Purveyors of the dark arts Who stood on boxes by your gate To warn the sinful of their fate As hoops and dogs on wheels rolled by All caught on glass and bromide Leb off, leb off, lеb off And now the post-war concrete drеam Which once replaced that very scene With fruits of civvy labor Has fallen out of favor They stand with gaping window eyes And chipboard pupils cut to size Awaiting demolition And sprayed across this vision Leb off, leb off, leb off Leb off, leb off, leb off