London

Please don't ask me where I'm coming from
Just ask me where I'm going to
I'm all trussed up in my new suit
So I'll get there someday soon

I rely on graphs and flowcharts
Just to keep
Track of time
In a city that never sleeps

Love in all its forms is changing my perception
Love in all its forms is changing what I see
Oh, the neon lights are lit up in deception
Oh, the neon lights are lit up for me.

This is where I find my home
And this is where my dreams take hold
On London's air-conditioned streets

One day I will rise up
And the whole of this city will grind to a stop
As I float up from the chewing gum at my feet

Love in all its forms is changing my perception
Love in all its forms is changing what I see
Oh, the neon lights are lit up in deception
Oh, the neon lights are lit up for me.

We are the racing rats
We are the racing rats
We don't use English
We don't do maths
We are the ticking bomb
We are the underground
Cut off our tails