All roads lead to London

When in Rome, anything goes
Friend or foe
I live in the city
Go, go get your dough
All roads lead to London
I'm heading home

In the city we're climbing across the buildings, the pavements
Not too different from the rodents using the Tubes as their havens
Easy to get high from the magazine placements
Harder to realize that weapon has to sustain things without fa-
Easy to live apart
A few months later, picked apart
Gets clearer over time
Their balls are way past the goal line

I'd rather take my time in a city that never stops thinking
Not to think, as the contradictive plot thickens
Blink, once or twice, there's a risk
Gotta keep eyes open, an abyss
And ears to the ground
And ride forward like mice, no
London's built on the contradiction of hard steel and thin ice
Surrounded by the dark water that absorbs and reflects light (I've been there)

Me, baby
Try me, maybe
I might need time
'Cause you drive me crazy

When in Rome, anything goes
Friend or foe
Gotta get that dough (I've been there)
Go, go get your dough
Everybody knows there's a legendary treasure trove
All roads lead to London
And I'm heading home