City signs off on deal for three

 

And what'll you do now, my graybearded son ?
And what'll you do now my horrid old one ?
You‘ll be goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
You’ll be walkin’ alone in the deep urban forest
Where the people won’t want ya when your sugar mamma’s left ya.
Where your perks of poison have flooded their waters
With no home on the hill, try the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where your backers are missing, where none is your number
And we'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the hoods so all souls can see it
Then you’ll stand on your canal boat until you start sinkin'
But you'll know our songs well before we stop singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.