text: The City Lyrics
  Hey, look, its funny how the city where the Queen sleeps still aint got clean streets
  But there aint a day when she aint got clean sheets
  And homeless people roll with needles
  And youve gotta pay tax when you own a vehicle
  Tube fare doubles up every two years
  And the buses upstairs is a no-go area
  The man are like pass me your mobile, hear me now
  And chew the crunch on the credit
  You cant get a roof over your head, youre stuck in the debit
  But every single month they come for the debit
  Direct action, if you dont play they
  Dive in, snatch things and they dont say
  Now the cribs vacant, victim of inflation
  The black letters turn red cause theyve been patient
  And that six years rent has just been wasted, wasted, wasted
  London calls me a stranger, a traveller
  This is now my home, my home
  I’m burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  I’m blazing on the street
  What I do isnt up to you
  If the city never sleeps then that makes two
  And my lungs hurt and my ears bled
  With the sound of the city life echoed in my head
  Do I need this to keep me alive?
  The traffic stops and starts but I need to move along
  Hey, look, Im from a city full of jammed up traffic, night buses
  All-night clubbers, Kings Cross to all-night lovers
  That knew when to pay rent and stay in their apartment
  Talented buskers playing that guitar riff
  The church pastors still praying for answers
  Way too much congestion, theyre charging
  Way too much for petrol, Im laughing
  But there aint no funny side
  Its like winter all year, there aint no summer time
  Stone Island jacket, keep warm
  And all phone lines are tapped, youve been warned
  And also mind the gap and keep calm
  Cause one wrong move on the train, big beard
  And its gunshots, two in your brain, its weird
  So as much as Im in love with this city
  Just maybe Ive had enough of the city
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