The Club (feat. Roger Bunn)

And you’re wandering now

Through the smoke of cigarettes.

If I had pen and paper,

I would write down this weekend,

And I would think about it later:

Who was involved, who was a friend?

The weekend’s in the past now,

And the time is on the mend.

But down in Kensington someone's fighting for his death,

And for his men.