Chant

Voice moaning in a speaker

Never really get too close

Only a gimmick pointed fingers

Never more serious sight

Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment

Out of control - mob running wild

All you ever get is all you steal

Side of London that the tourists never see

Angle ambience

Chant

(Mob, War, Kill, Hate)

(Love, War, Fear, Hate) YOU DECIDE!

Don't know why I bother

There's nothing in it for me

The more I see the less I get

The likes of you and me are

An embarrassment

Chant

It's not important

It's not worth a mention in The Guardian

Every librarian has its theory

Chant chant angle ambience

Chant

Voice moaning in a speaker

Chant