"Portobello" lyrics - THE LORDS OF THE NEW CHURCH

If you're living outside of the law
Run to your hole-in-the-wall
Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn
Find safety and refuge within

Strangers' bazzar
Doesn't matter who you are
There's a melting
Pot of lunatic fringe
Seething with sedition
Annointed with wisdom
The streets of Portobello's extremes

If voting could
Change things they'd make it illegal
Truth is the sword of us all
Insane are the normal
Musicians and outlaws
The artists and rasta and dreams, dreams, dreams

[Chorus]

We gotta go...Portobello
Yeah, you gotta go...Portobello
You gotta go, we gotta go, I gotta go...Portobello