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