The city that lies about not sleeping It reels you in and eats you whole The pit of carkoon with buildings Our demise will be painful and slow
Here's not looking at you, kid We're too stressed out Here's not looking at you, kid
London life results in a poisoned mind Lingering, cancerous death of the soul I will throw myself into the water Consider it euthanasia
Here's not looking at you, kid We're all washed out Here's not looking at you
Look, Ma! Your son has failed He's throwing himself From the top of the world
Sat shaking in a stinking flat With my life on hold and my head in my hands Thinking, how will I fulfill my dream If no-one ever snaps out of this waking sleep? And I fooled myself into thinking I could be something if I left my happy home And now I spend all my days puking
And la-la-la-la-la-la London loves no-one Sha-la-la-la-la-la London doesn't feel a thing