The model volcano by the giant gas tank

The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank

The poorhouse next to the uniroyal palace

A tower of richesbeside it the abyss



Sit in the gridlock under the stopped clock

Long for a new taste? suck on a breeze-block

Your brain is a doughnutyour spirit's a dry cup

This place has the poison to fill them all right up

Lockdown london--

Headbutt the pebble-dash



The girl with the bit nails and fondness for blackmail

You made her a secretnow she knows she can't fail

Your weakness was known wellshe earned her a bombshell

Her life's worth of grievance now hangs from your coat-tails



The little drummer-boy sadly (though eloquent) bitches

Too old for the bluff game or overnight riches

He meets with your pen friendthey speak of your badness

And compose a duet--sounds like tarzan and callas



I've been a victimiser and I've been victimised

I've been a sly betrayer who has been demonised

I've been an instrument of all I hate

So here's to all you absent leeches--safe

I'm not around to hear your pious speeches while you're...



Chorus:

Waiting for a date from the loyaliser

Waiting for a date from the loyaliser

Crying for a sign from the loyaliser

Time always on the side of the loyaliser

Into thinner air with the loyaliser

You get olderyou get scared but you get no wiser



Now you must adjust your ears to the sound of trouble

Getting louder and louder and louder and louder

Forget the "like-with-like" now there is only other

As the walls begin to buckle and turn into powder



Cowed figures under railway arches

Wait for the coming storm

They've already seen your great provider

In his true bloodthirsty human form

Time to get criminal-minded

Take any way out when you find it

And those who stay around do so because they're blinded

No light at all when you're...chorus



Lockdown london...

Just a prison...