Are we the only ones with a sense of fun
In Tottenham?
Cos don′t you think its neatHow we built this retreat
With our bare hands
If we had understood
How to build it like we should
We'd be churning out those hits by now
The charm is in the cold, is in the damp and rising mould
And I wouldn′t change those spores for the world
Ain't paid up our rent since the month of March, oh no
But there's a riot going on up in Tottenham
At the Arch
At the Arch
We′re the only ones where nothing gets done
In Tottenham
Down the alleyway, cat shit and salad days
In Tottenham
If we had taken heed of advice that we′d received then
We never would have tried to build it
But the charm is in our goal making money playing soul
And I wouldn't change those spores for the world
Ain′t paid up our rent since the month of March, oh no
But there's a riot going on up in Tottenham
At the Arch
At the Arch
At the Arch
At the Arch
At the Arch
We′re the only ones with a sense of fun
We're the only ones with a sense of fun
We′re the only ones with a sense of fun
We're the only ones with a sense of fun
We're the only ones where nothing gets done
