Slough, it's not a place of pondering poets
or one of camera shy artists
Just children painting pictures of factories as the sun goes down.
Slough, its not a place of great ambition
But its been on television
Pointed out as one of Britain's unhappiest towns
or one of camera shy artists
Just children painting pictures of factories as the sun goes down.
Slough, its not a place of great ambition
But its been on television
Pointed out as one of Britain's unhappiest towns
Slough, this where you live
and you'll never want to leave
You'll Never get to leave
Slough, this is where you work
Get to the factory, get to the factory x2
Slough, there aren't any tourists here
No-one comes here because they fear
The factories that I see every day
The Bath Road smells of chocolate or marshmallows
old ladies with skin saggy and sallow
Smile happily on as the sun goes down over Slough.
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