This Is London

Well we're breaking down windows
And we're kicking down doors
Cigarettes burned fingers
Empty bottles galore
This is nothing
But it's something
This is london
And it's our town

And you know you'd like to do this
But you don't know how
Come on mr big shot
Try to figure us out
Cause we're nothing
But we're something
This is london
And it's our town

Well you say do this
But don't do that
Just follow in the footsteps
Of your old man
He was nothing
Was he something?
This is london
And it's our fuckin' town

We don't need no testimony
Fix yourself up
Cuz you're such a phoney

We try
But you lie
And when you lie
We ask why

You can punch in
Clock out
This is the way
A fair day's work
For a fair day's pay
Gives you nothing
Gives you something
To call your life
So you can waste it away

We try
But you lie
And when you lie
We ask why



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Graham Frew, Sean Phillip Andrews, Sam Reid, Andrew James Cole
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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