Cool your lip, take it in your stride
All of this, look me in the eyes
Stand right back, who are you to decide? Yay
The ones that get to rise after the fall
Found a way to escape from reality
Take my hand, come on, let’s pray
Won’t be played like a tambourine
So change your ways, only so much we can take
Before we break
Bit by bit while the world collided around me
I'd watch and sit, and stare at the horizon
This ain’t it, time to live your life, yay
We’re the ones destined to rise after it falls
We found a way to escape from reality
Take my hand, come on and let’s pray
Don't be played like a tambourine
So change your ways, only so much we can take
Before we break
We won’t suffer (oh)
We won’t suffer, no (oh)
We won’t suffer, no (oh)
We won’t suffer no more (hey)
We won’t suffer, no (hey)
We won’t suffer, no (hey)
We won’t suffer, no (hey)
Won’t suffer, no
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Why, why, why, why
Ay, South London safari
You can’t civilise me
People wanna criticise me, oh
When they were lying I thought that I
Could be myself with you
So why you trying?
When you’re addicted to the bright height
But bullshit
Your people die, and yet nobody’s crying
We're busy out here flying, flying away
Busy out here flying, flying away
Busy out here flying, flying away
We’re flying, flying, yeah
(Oh)
We won’t suffer, no (oh)
We won’t suffer, no (oh)
We won’t suffer, no no (oh)
We won’t suffer no more (hey)
We won’t suffer this (hey)
We won’t suffer, no (hey)
We won’t suffer, no (hey)
Won’t suffer, no
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Why, why, why, why
Ay, South London safari
We used to get high by the dinosaurs
In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland
Couldn’t go outside 'till I’ve done my chores
Or Auntie Gladys would take me by the hand
Stone circles, Hilly fields park
Try’na light a cigarette, waiting for a spark
My friends don’t cry when I’m sitting in the dark
By the light of the moon, hear me sing like a lark
I should be getting home soon, he’ll be waiting
I don’t wanna let him down, what a shame ting
Tell me who’s to blame, Shing. I say
I've said my prayers to the lady of consumption
It’s rude to stare with your thoughts and your assumptions
Natural hairdo, Norwood Junction
I’m sat in the hair chair trying to function
Half paid scholarship to St. Dunstan's
Every penny spent, now they’re facing gazumtion
Feds at the door, body cameras, truncations
Ay, South London safari
We used to get high by the dinosaurs
In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland
Couldn’t go outside 'till I’ve done my chores
Livin', lovin' the view from the Horniman
We used to get high by the dinosaurs
In Crystal palace, Malice in wonderland
We never went outside 'till we do the chores
Or Auntie Gladys would take us by the hand
Ay, South London safari
Get inside!
