London Dust
The sun's in the sky and the city's run dry
I'm standing in a queue, got a stone in my shoe
My eyes are feeling sore, my throat is kind of raw
This town is closing in, it's under my skin
I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
Got a mouthful of London dust
There's traders and freaks, girls in smart boutiques
I've been down alleyways and dives
I've seen kids who run with knives, oh no
There's people crammed in trains, a skyline full of cranes
There's stories to be sold, but I tell you this
It's no place to be old, no
'Cause I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
Got a mouthful of London dust
The streets are getting dark, there's a band in the park
In Camden Town the dealers hang around
The lights on Chelsea Bridge, the water black as pitch
The river flows on by, here's the thing
I'll still be here the day I die
'Cause I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
Got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I'm standing in a queue, got a stone in my shoe
My eyes are feeling sore, my throat is kind of raw
This town is closing in, it's under my skin
I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
Got a mouthful of London dust
There's traders and freaks, girls in smart boutiques
I've been down alleyways and dives
I've seen kids who run with knives, oh no
There's people crammed in trains, a skyline full of cranes
There's stories to be sold, but I tell you this
It's no place to be old, no
'Cause I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
Got a mouthful of London dust
The streets are getting dark, there's a band in the park
In Camden Town the dealers hang around
The lights on Chelsea Bridge, the water black as pitch
The river flows on by, here's the thing
I'll still be here the day I die
'Cause I've been rolling in the London dust
It's sticking to my heels, it's clogging up the wheels
I went out looking for a face I could trust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
Got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
I got a mouthful of London dust
Credits
Writer(s): David Sinclair, Unknown
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