The city’s got its own beat,
Like a train down a track
My head keeps moving to the sound
Forward and back
Movement is a part of life
The city’s got its own sound
It starts at the very heart
Of its core, its underground
The strangers don’t wanna speak to you
They walk by with out a glance
You lost the art of talking
When you got caught up in it’s trance
The people built their religion here
They pray to god they keep their soul
When your life is driven by the fear
It’s hard to take control
London you’re aged by the posters you hold
By the dark unlit alleys and the stories they have told.
The dawn of a bight new day is laden with lies
Cause you’re hiding the very thing that we all despise.