City Of London

I had no idea where I was going

How I lived or what I did here

hie yawning guifbetween

Hangs like a rope from a wooden beam

Breathing life into these stone-cold lips

Putting gas in this battered old stretch limousine

City of London

Above this unquiet grave

I smell the smell of decay

And stumble through the streets of grey

It never rains but it sometimes does

Please, sir, can I have some more?

How long can you carry on?

Till the empire's built and die empire's gone

City of London

Ten square miles of hurt and how the dirt is done

City of London, take off your clothes

City of London, tip your hat

And show me your balding scalp

The empire's gone

Go directly to the graveyard

Sling your hook along the way

Do not pause to ask directions

there are no signs along die way

Do not ask friends or strangers

They will not know the way

Your whole life flashes before you

In the most unsatisfactory way

Drink and drugs, they weren't the problem

Weren't what got you in the end

City of London

10 square miles of hurt and how the dirt is done

Sometimes you see things and you know they're evil

Like a face, or a dog, or a place

I've got problems you wouldn't believe

But I'm not quite ready to talk about them

City of London, take off your clothes

City of London, tip your hat

And show me your balding scalp

the empire's gone