DESCRIPTION:
From the album "No. 10, Upping St." (1986).

Lyrics:
If you don`t know where I come from
You better stear clear of my trail
From the dark side of London
And that`s way beyond the pale
My grandpa came from Russia
Stowed away hidden in some bales
And he took my grandma dancing
To the air raid sirens hail

Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor
'Cos he can`t kill no dragon
If I was in those shoes
I`d say Soweto`s gonna happen here too
I gotta get a message through
Tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...

Crossing all the borders
Through the smoke of war and rain
Papers out of order
On a military train
A coat, a bag, a baby
Status: refugee
These are the people of my family

Don't anybody know that this city was made
Of immigrant blood and money
If I was in those shoes
A black shirt with the playboy blues
I gotta get a message through
Tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...

Now there's a rocker in Vladivostok
Got every side by Jerry Lee
But for accidents of disorder
That guy could well be me
I want everybody to know this
I want everyone to hear
Immigration built the nation
You got a bloodclaat standing here

Now Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor
'Cos he can't kill no dragon
If I was in those shoes
I`d say Soweto`s gonna happen here too
I gotta get a message through
Tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...

Don't anybody know that the city was made
Of immigrant blood and money
If I was in those shoes
A blackshirt with the playboy blues
I gotta get a message through
Tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...