Portobello Lyrics - Lords Of The New Church - 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 

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