Mo Fe Lo Le
Across the sea, to the streets of Leeds
Chasing girls, chasing dreams
The boys in blue, had a different view
They chased David to a place that he knew
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
No brave new world, no cosy bed
Eight years in Menston was a shock to the head
On the streets once more, curled in a shop door
There's no protection from the long are of the law
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
The charge sheet read Oluwale was dead
It wasn't our fault, Ellerker and Kitching said
Young PC Jones was chilled to the bone
In a moment of truth sent David's soul home
Ilu hi ti su me
Till the tides have turned
Ilu hi ti su me
Till the lesson's learned
Ilu ti ti su me
Till we find a home
David Oluwale died alone
The law's the law unless you're black or poor
As the world still turns one thing is she
That England's shame, it happens again
Same old crime, just different names
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Chasing girls, chasing dreams
The boys in blue, had a different view
They chased David to a place that he knew
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
No brave new world, no cosy bed
Eight years in Menston was a shock to the head
On the streets once more, curled in a shop door
There's no protection from the long are of the law
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
The charge sheet read Oluwale was dead
It wasn't our fault, Ellerker and Kitching said
Young PC Jones was chilled to the bone
In a moment of truth sent David's soul home
Ilu hi ti su me
Till the tides have turned
Ilu hi ti su me
Till the lesson's learned
Ilu ti ti su me
Till we find a home
David Oluwale died alone
The law's the law unless you're black or poor
As the world still turns one thing is she
That England's shame, it happens again
Same old crime, just different names
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
Mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le, mo fe lo le
I want to go home
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Writer(s): Gary Kaye
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