Underneath the bustle,
Of the city that never sleeps,
Children are crying in doorways,
Trying to survive on the streets,
They come searching for a dream,
Some simply for a better life,
But no matter where they come from,
They’ll be the victims tonight.
Pretty little houses,
They’ve gone away,
Sitting in a concrete jungle,
That’s here to stay.
No smiles on any faces,
As I look around,
Everybody’s busy,
Welcome to London town.
Gunfire pierces the stillness,
There’s a vendetta in the air,
Be careful who you look at,
You might just start a war,
The police are losing the battle,
Our streets now ruled by gangs,
And if you ever cross them,
All you’ll hear is bang bang.
Pretty little houses,
They’ve gone away,
Sitting in a concrete jungle,
That’s here to stay.
No smiles on any faces,
As I look around,
Everybody’s busy,
Welcome to London town.
Pretty little boys,
Trying to look like the girls,
Looking for their big break,
To be known by the world,
They’re all able and willing,
To do whatever you say,
As long as you can promise them,
There fifteen minutes of fame.
Pretty little houses,
They’ve gone away,
Sitting in a concrete jungle,
That’s here to stay.
No smiles on any faces,
As I look around,
Everybody’s busy,
Welcome to London town.
Do you want a souvenir?
There’s opportunity on every street,
There’ll all looking at you wallet,
Every single person that you meet,
They’re looking for the advantage,
For a way to tuck you up,
Cockney charm is disappearing,
As we’re invaded by the buck.
Pretty little houses,
They’ve gone away,
Sitting in a concrete jungle,
That’s here to stay.
No smiles on any faces,
As I look around,
Everybody’s busy,
Welcome to London town.
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