I′ve been to London, I know what it's like

Just keep your head down and you, you live your life

The worlds a circle with a cross insideWe′re one big target

Wake up

It's time to die

Got a tiny flat for the price of a castle

Damp on the walls. Just a sink in the bathroom

The roads less travelled

Full of danger and mystery

Well, the roads most travelled are

Quite often touristy

Food so good that it's almost sickening

Check out the Museum of Natural History

Go and see a show at the fashionable West End

You pick the right one

You might see a legend

Go and have some laughter at the comedy store

Have a drink in Soho if you want to be bored

Travel on the tube if you′re going far

Save a bit of money with an Oyster card!

I′ve been to London, I know what it's like

Just keep your head down and you, you live your life

The worlds a circle with a cross inside

We′re one big target

Wake up

It's time to die

Yo! Yo!

It′s outbred disease, grown immune to fire

They stamp down the dead while the buildings get higher

You call me a taxi

I'll call you a liar

If you think your journey′s worth a single penny to the buyer

A scar of tiny tumours, a recursive perpendicular

The cattle runs to bolt guns on the North Circular

A life spent in orbit. A treadmill, sugar-coated

And every place you think you have to be is unimportant

Mass unemployment and class disappointment equals

Metaphysical education rollin' station to station as you run out of patience in the mud

Trash, rot and heavy water, cause the Thames is full of blood and the mayor's a fuckin′ rotter

I′ve been to London, I know what it's like

Just keep your head down and you, you live your life

The worlds a circle with a cross inside

We′re one big target

Wake up

It's time to die

Neo-pagans are cut-rate Fagin′s holdin' stay-ins in the shape of pretty vacants

Who display no affectations of abatin′, hatin' the waste taste the position their parents paid

Prayed, faked and raped to obtain them

While a network of agents choke down libations

Reptilian inclinations awaiting their transformation

'Cause outside the water′s raising to wash away foundations to leave you drowning and waving

We′re just bait for the next stage in the manifestation of the hex, sex and death of the pyramid x-ray

The Centre Point death ray

Comets smear the blackened sky and where are heroes

Not here, no no just Nero fat Ground Zero fiddling as the shuttle hits

One last gasp, as you surpass the last of the rat pack and the hooks in your back slowly take up the slack

You return to the ocean, swim free at all corners of the map, tow it out to sea and scuttle it

I've lived in London, I know what it′s like

You keep your head down and avoid the signs

The worlds a circle with a cross inside

One target market. Pay up! It's time to buy

Picked up and cut up in an unlicensed taxi

Can′t afford the rent so you're selling your jacksy

See where the Queen lives and spends your taxes

Try an East End pub, see how a gangster relaxes

Mugged by a man who calls himself Guvnor

Is he a wanker? No, he′s a Londoner

The kings by the river gonna loot your future

The kings by the river gonna loot your future

The kings by the river gonna loot your future

The kings by the river gonna loot your future