London is my town 

But now the wise man stays underground 

Above the creepers creep 

And a steal our spirit while we sleep 



Ancient photograph 

In sepia days our mothers laughed 

But now the face is blank 

They take it all and give none back 



I'm gonna leave it to the dogs 

Let them pick the bones 

Gonna leave it to the dogs 

I'm going home 



Beneath the skin of saints 

Little devils of worm their way 

Into our sacred heart 

And so the seed that tears first us apart 



Repeat chorus 



London is my town 

But now the wise man stays underground 

Above the creepers crawl 

And tear the house down wall to wall