LONDON'S BURNING

Madness highway
Driving to the edge of fate
You say come what may
In our heyday, we'd mould our world out of clay
Looks like the bed you made you'll lay

London's burning
Burning itself to the ground
Looks like we got nothing left to take

Oceans parting
Could you swim to the other side?
Or drown beneath the lies?

Little island thinks that it's a globe
Shut its doors
It implodes
Youth uprising
We don't want to go
If you shut your doors, you implode

London's burning (London's burning, London's burning)
Burning itself to the ground (to the ground, to the ground, to the ground, to the ground)
London's burning (London's burning, London's burning)
Burning itself to the ground (itself to the ground)
Looks like we got nothing left to take



Credits
Writer(s): Poppy Roberts, Joel Compass
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