London
I've been to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Got a tiny flat for the price of a castle
Damp on the walls. Just a sink in the bathroom
The roads less travelled
Full of danger and mystery
Well, the roads most travelled are
Quite often touristy
Food so good that it's almost sickening
Check out the Museum of Natural History
Go and see a show at the fashionable West End
You pick the right one
You might see a legend
Go and have some laughter at the comedy store
Have a drink in Soho if you want to be bored
Travel on the tube if you're going far
Save a bit of money with an Oyster card!
I've been to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Yo! Yo!
It's outbred disease, grown immune to fire
They stamp down the dead while the buildings get higher
You call me a taxi
I'll call you a liar
If you think your journey's worth a single penny to the buyer
A scar of tiny tumours, a recursive perpendicular
The cattle runs to bolt guns on the North Circular
A life spent in orbit. A treadmill, sugar-coated
And every place you think you have to be is unimportant
Mass unemployment and class disappointment equals
Metaphysical education rollin' station to station as you run out of patience in the mud
Trash, rot and heavy water, cause the Thames is full of blood and the mayor's a fuckin' rotter
I've been to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Neo-pagans are cut-rate Fagin's holdin' stay-ins in the shape of pretty vacants
Who display no affectations of abatin', hatin' the waste taste the position their parents paid
Prayed, faked and raped to obtain them
While a network of agents choke down libations
Reptilian inclinations awaiting their transformation
'Cause outside the water's raising to wash away foundations to leave you drowning and waving
We're just bait for the next stage in the manifestation of the hex, sex and death of the pyramid x-ray
The Centre Point death ray
Comets smear the blackened sky and where are heroes
Not here, no no just Nero fat Ground Zero fiddling as the shuttle hits
One last gasp, as you surpass the last of the rat pack and the hooks in your back slowly take up the slack
You return to the ocean, swim free at all corners of the map, tow it out to sea and scuttle it
I've lived in London, I know what it's like
You keep your head down and avoid the signs
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
One target market. Pay up! It's time to buy
Picked up and cut up in an unlicensed taxi
Can't afford the rent so you're selling your jacksy
See where the Queen lives and spends your taxes
Try an East End pub, see how a gangster relaxes
Mugged by a man who calls himself Guvnor
Is he a wanker? No, he's a Londoner
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Got a tiny flat for the price of a castle
Damp on the walls. Just a sink in the bathroom
The roads less travelled
Full of danger and mystery
Well, the roads most travelled are
Quite often touristy
Food so good that it's almost sickening
Check out the Museum of Natural History
Go and see a show at the fashionable West End
You pick the right one
You might see a legend
Go and have some laughter at the comedy store
Have a drink in Soho if you want to be bored
Travel on the tube if you're going far
Save a bit of money with an Oyster card!
I've been to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Yo! Yo!
It's outbred disease, grown immune to fire
They stamp down the dead while the buildings get higher
You call me a taxi
I'll call you a liar
If you think your journey's worth a single penny to the buyer
A scar of tiny tumours, a recursive perpendicular
The cattle runs to bolt guns on the North Circular
A life spent in orbit. A treadmill, sugar-coated
And every place you think you have to be is unimportant
Mass unemployment and class disappointment equals
Metaphysical education rollin' station to station as you run out of patience in the mud
Trash, rot and heavy water, cause the Thames is full of blood and the mayor's a fuckin' rotter
I've been to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
It's time to die
Neo-pagans are cut-rate Fagin's holdin' stay-ins in the shape of pretty vacants
Who display no affectations of abatin', hatin' the waste taste the position their parents paid
Prayed, faked and raped to obtain them
While a network of agents choke down libations
Reptilian inclinations awaiting their transformation
'Cause outside the water's raising to wash away foundations to leave you drowning and waving
We're just bait for the next stage in the manifestation of the hex, sex and death of the pyramid x-ray
The Centre Point death ray
Comets smear the blackened sky and where are heroes
Not here, no no just Nero fat Ground Zero fiddling as the shuttle hits
One last gasp, as you surpass the last of the rat pack and the hooks in your back slowly take up the slack
You return to the ocean, swim free at all corners of the map, tow it out to sea and scuttle it
I've lived in London, I know what it's like
You keep your head down and avoid the signs
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
One target market. Pay up! It's time to buy
Picked up and cut up in an unlicensed taxi
Can't afford the rent so you're selling your jacksy
See where the Queen lives and spends your taxes
Try an East End pub, see how a gangster relaxes
Mugged by a man who calls himself Guvnor
Is he a wanker? No, he's a Londoner
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
The kings by the river gonna loot your future
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Carson
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