There's a little churchyard just along the way. It used to be Lambeth's finest array. Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz. Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot.
God is on top of it. God is on top of it. God is on top of it. . That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all.