Hi, I feel low, like I just don't know which way to go
Breaking the thorn in my side
It's a game, it's a play and it's waiting to blow anyday
With the hollow views and the last weeks news
Cos I want it, need it, shit it and breathe it
I'm inclined to be blind out of something to do
In the Town Town Town The price goes up, the lives go down, I'm so sick of London town Cold to the bone and I still don't know which way is home
And the chains keep me tied to the parasite city of lies
To the fakers, mimers, two feet climbers, let's drink a toast to the town
When the stories rebound try to hold me down You make me thankful for who I am
In the
Town Town The price goes up, the lives go down, I'm so sick of London town
Town
It don't mean much to me, all the same
I used to hear them blowing up the radio, I'd hear the music and I'd go to see the show
Like I'm standing in the crowd with only myself to blame
Yeah, should I go for the throat? Or just wade through the quicksand?
Instead of sleazing around being a Guns `n Rose
Of this rock n roll wasteland
While their choking on whiskey to complete the pose Where'd the good times go?
In the
Town Town Town
London town
Town, London townThe price goes up, the lives go down, I'm so sick of London town.
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