In the Streets of London

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a streetwise man.

Going nowhere with my life.

Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man;

On the corner every night.

So brace-for impact, brace-for impact,

brace-for impact, why don't you brace.

the end is coming, no time for running.

Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man.

Selling death and making cash.

Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man.

Society has called my bluff tonight.

So brace-for impact, brace-for impact,

brace-for impact, why don't you brace.

the end is coming, no time for running.

The end is coming, no time for running now!