London Town
By bernard_phlegm
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Church bells and sirens another urban day four million lonely people
hide themselves away,
tramps on benches in the park growl at passers by the stench of
dog-shit on your shoes it makes you want to cry,
wrappers from the take-away flying down the roads there's traffic jams,
hose-pipe bans, Canary Wharf explodes,
junkies on the high streets muggers on the stairs in blocks of flats so
picturesque policemen walk in pairs,
cockle-stalls and knees-ups violence down the pub angry neighbour call
the police coz next door's playing dub,
welcome to the city good old London town where even the optimistics say
the only way is down,
in London town where people never give in the spirit of the war, the
royals and gin where a nice cup of tea is not a cardinal sin in London
town,
boy racers on the back streets Ford Capris and furry dice
fill their heads with media shit coz page three's looking nice,
there's mobile phones, and social loans, wankers in wine bars and
fashion clones
and a government that steals all the things that we own
to create a cardboard city or an enterprise zone,
in London town where people never give in the spirit of the war, the
royals and gin, where a nice cup of tea's not a cardinal sin
in London town.
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