We didn’t have nowhere to live.
We didn’t have nowhere to go.
Till someone said ‘I know this place off Burditt Road.’
It was on the fifteenth floor.
It had a board across the door.
It took an hour to pry it off and get inside.
It smelt as if someone had died.
The living-room was full of flies.
The kitchen sink was blocked.
The bathroom sink not there at all.
Ooh it’s a mess alright, yes it’s Mile End.