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