Chain Gang

Yeah there ain't nowhere like London town, I swear
But the once familiar streets cast shadows everywhere
And, vultures fly, orbiting the M25
Obscured by the smoke and smog that fills the sky

And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
As the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London

She burns like a queen for all to see
Setting fire to the hearts of country men like me
It pains me so 'cos the higher the buildings grow
The lower the morals of this city go, whoa

And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
As the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
My London

The drones call time on the breadline
Knocking off on another day
Desk driving, ladder climbing
And simply signing life away
While down on Tottenham court the kids with nothing else
Get to sing a song
And raise a glass to rule Britannia
And hope the old girl sings along

So if these days are numbered, please don't let me know
And if these days are numbered, please don't let me know
And all the rats run wild on the DLR between Canary Wharf and Bank!

And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London
As the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London

Yeah I swear, there ain't nowhere like London
Yeah I swear, there ain't nowhere like London
Where the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
And the chain gang marches through the streets of London