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
The chain gang marches through the streets of London
As the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire,
yeah 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
And 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 as the tower bells
ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
Yeah 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
We 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, as the tower bells
ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire
The chain gang marches through the streets of London
Yeah I swear, there ain’t nowhere like London where the tower bells ricochet
off the cobble stone like musket fire
The chain gang marches through the streets of London