The Lords Of The New Church - Portobello lyrics

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