Hope & Glory - Faithless, One eskimO

When I arrive eyes wide fired up,

Tried not to slide and let the side down, Now the

Planes on the ground.

I’ll find a good profession, it’s 1957,

I’ve come to the mother land to make a home to put my bed in,

This weather does my head in some people are less than kind.

I wish,

Mamma was here so I could unwind.

But I’m supposed to be the good news, so I lace up these hard black shoes

and look more work, the streets whenever paved with gold they simply make my feet hurt.

they just make my feet hurt.

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,

To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,

In this land of hope and glory,

You’d think there’s enough for us all.

You’d think there’s enough for us all.

When I arrive eyes wide petrified,

Tried not to cry and let the side down, Now the

planes on the ground.

Its 20 years later mammas in the arrival lounge,

I take a.

few seconds to kiss her.

Then look around at what’s happened to my home town,

What’s going on, but papa doesn’t look too strong,

Rush home in a cab, windows up, now I hear dad cough,

we gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off,

for the night, I have to get to know the guard dogs, cause they bite,

Progress just pass us by, to the right.

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,

To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,

In this land of hope and glory,

You’d think there’s enough for us all.

You’d think there’s enough for us all.

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,

To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,

In this land of hope and glory,

You’d think there’s enough for us all.

You’d think there’s enough for us all.