The sort of people the public despise are living in secret next to the skies.Living on the roofs of London, living on the roofs.Living on the roofs of London, living on the roofs.On the roofs.What?The roofs.What?The roofs where the refugees hide away.On the roofs exposed to rain.On the roofs where the groups hide in corners of the woods away from their homes to stay.What?The roofs.What?The roofs.What?The roofs.What?The roofs.Roasting pigeons secretly hidden from the public's abuse.Homeless tramps at Skyline hiding vagabonds on the loose.On the roofs.What?The roofs.What?The roofs different groups, different groups.On the roofs scattered in white stains.On the roofs hidden, settled, hidden to stay.On the roofs they won't let them shut inside.What?The roofs.What?The roofs.By the roofs.By the roofs.By the roofs.By the roofs.By the country.And the hanging.Swell.In.Freeze.By the cattle of country.The flitting of two monkeys.By the cattle of country.The flitting of two monkeys.And the hanging.Swell.In.Freeze.By the cattle of country.The flitting of two monkeys.