[00:27.40] As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home
[00:31.66] Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone
[00:35.94] Through the turnstiles at The Angel, see the homeless on the green
[00:39.93] From The Cally to The Cross, and every shithole in between
[00:44.44] Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the corner
[00:48.42] See the brasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna
[00:52.40] Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[00:56.65] Seeking solace from their sorrows in the local battle cruisers
[01:00.92] Through the madness in the market, weathered faces turn to greet ya
[01:04.90] "Hello guvnor, how's your mother?"
[01:07.04] "You alright son, be lucky, geeza"
[01:08.89] Double pie and mash and liquor, a Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
[01:13.48] Or watch retired gangsters bicker, everyday in Arthur's cafe
[01:17.74] The little fuckers causing trouble, for the cozzers make you smile
[01:21.46] You meet ya muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
[01:25.74] From The Thornhill to The Hemmy, all the faces are the same
[01:30.01] 'Cause the manor might be changing, but the people still remain
[01:35.33] North London forever
[01:42.26] Whatever the weather
[01:46.24] These streets are our own
[01:50.51] And my heart will leave you never
[01:58.47] My blood will forever
[02:02.72] Run through the stone
[02:11.23] As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made of Chrome
[02:15.51] I see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes
[02:19.75] I see the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[02:23.73] And the skyline rearranging into towers of veneer
[02:27.72] But I see the remnants of the London that they thought they could erase
[02:31.73] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
[02:35.72] Or every time I watch the football and have a ruby with the lads
[02:39.97] See an hoister selling clobber or a dealer shooting bags
[02:44.22] It's in the single mothers juggling a baby and a job
[02:47.95] In every single brother struggling that wound up in the dock
[02:51.94] It's in the roots and the foundations still clinging to the land
[02:56.22] It's in the bricks that built the Morland and Popham that still stand
[03:00.47] It's in my family and my friends, in every gram and every Benz
[03:04.19] It's in the roots that we inherit when a generation ends
[03:08.17] It's in the ruins of your youth and the faces of your past
[03:12.71] 'Cause the manor might be changing, but the people always last
[03:18.83] North London forever
[03:25.47] Whatever the weather
[03:29.45] These streets are our own
[03:33.97] And my heart will leave you never
[03:41.67] My blood will forever
[03:45.94] Run through the stone
