I'm Sorry Boris

I figured out what can move me It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi And I'm sorry But, Boris I'm leaving I'm not good for anyone here We reached the end of a decade Greenwich morphs into an arcade Southwark turns into a highway Up to hamlets, a tax break Newham, Islington a headache And Richmond's still shit I can't believe that I'm leaving I can't believe that I'm leaving I don't think I want to leave you I don't think I want to leave you Here alone But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you They'll burn down your towers before helping you They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you They'll let you jump under trains before helping you And even though I'm finished I'm not quite done with it No matter how far I run south I'm always there My lovers, my colleagues My best friends and enemies I don't think I want to leave you --- I'm Sorry Boris - Wilbur Soot