Who owns the high street?
Who owns the park?
Who’s is this town anyway ,
Yours or ours?

Why are your fences?
Why are your locks?
How can you own something
Given by God?

Who owns these buildings,
The heritage the art?
Who owns this bus stop?
Its hurting my arse!

We don’t need a liscence
Do sing upon these streets
We don’t need permission
To find somewhere to sleep

We don’t want your shopping centre
Security guards
Controlled environments
Cant find my way out!

You can take away your chain stores
And their profits brung
You can take away Macdonalds
Poisoning our young

Give us back our misspent taxes
And give us back our air
Lets re-photosynthesize
This home this public sphere

Because the pigeons own the high street
The squirrels own the park
The beggars own the benches
We’re taking back what’s ours.