Write about Joe
Right about Joe
Lived by his words
Dreamed a bigger dream
Englands bloody boys
Londons got a scream
Confident and street
Wise and full on straight
Talking from the hip
Hip, to the record of the state
Screaming pigeons, Trafalgar Square
Mission Control says no go
No go forward, no go, no more
The people find it too tough to show
Cause they’re still afraid
To say what they mean
Expression as an act of man
Creative to the core
Words are not enough
To settle any score
So take us home
And let us drink and sing
Until the morning light
We’ll be OK we’ll be fine
No stomach for the fight
No balance for the line
No witness to the crime
No minutes for our time
No reason to our rhyme
No rhythm for our mind
No escaping from our binds
It’s all been lost and found
Tunnelled underground
A way to get around
A thunderous echoed sound