Slaves in seas of soot we drown Come on down to London town The cogs they creak and the pistons pound Come on down to London town Power cloaked in progress Smoke in Eden's eyes A million choking chimneys burn and Blacken out the sky Grab your mates and join us Where the rats rejoice The brazen brass of the working class Are here to find their voice Revolution holds us bound Come on down to London town Break your back for class and crown Come on down to London town Steam train running on a reckless rail Speeding right into the rising gale Shovel harder cos we're on your tail London's bloody cry London's bloody cry Crippled to deliver The spoils of industry Crimson are the rivers Bleed our grief into the sea Slaves in seas of soot we drown Come on down to London town The cogs they creak and the pistons pound Come on down to London town Steam train running on a reckless rail Speeding right into the rising gale Shovel harder cos we're on your tail London's bloody cry Steam train running on a reckless rail Speeding right into the rising gale Shovel harder cause we're on your tail London's bloody cry London's bloody cry Cry revolution Broken dreams Cruel revolution Smoke and steam London's bloody cry Come on down to London town Come on down to London town Cry revolution Broken dreams Cruel revolution Smoke and steam

Zaga Dat Zaga what Zaga Dat Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Step up unto that Man ah gonna gear up unto that (ah ah) Man ah gonna get up unto that (ah ah) Man ah gonna Get up strong for that, burst it, coconut What you talking about? I tell a man 'make a song for that' (pu pu) Setup the nookie, she love it and she ate up the cookie Check up the whah? Wear up the pussy I multiply burst off, smash up your bookie Back out the rookie; what, prick? Clap up your coofy Be best song for that, be best unto that Be best confident; big man long for that Bust it coconut man, big man conquer that Buff chicks, big man's bonking that Big whips, big man's honking that Peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Say me like 'Ifeoma, Ifeoma' Man try take Eazi for chihuahua I pray you say some and me come a Talk talk talk but them no do nada Long for that, long for that She say she chop me like ofada She pray she husband-band don't find out Pree pree me 'cause nobody badder You're messing with the godfather (zaga dat) This is a happy boy take over E be me wey dey make the girls bend over (zaga dat) Call me Mr Legover (zaga dat) Messing with the godfather Tell a soccer boy 'take cover' If I dropping this one with Hollowman They ma feel it from Naija to England Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town (Zaga dat) Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town (Zaga Dat) Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down

Sounds good... mics sound good... alright A 1, 2, 3, 4, I tell ya, one time back in the old west Now that was the time where everybody knew Where they going and what they were doing I just wanted to know if you can still, can still Get that sound, still get that sound of the old west Everyone's looking out, looking for something new There is still one old sound that still rings true Out there upon the hill, out there upon the plain You can still hear the cowboys sing again Everyone knows what's done Everyone knows that songs must still be sung If you can see the big sky, if you can hear the call Maybe you might just be west of London Town That's London Town West of London Town West of London Town West of London Town West of London Town Yippie Yie Yay Up yer kilt

A foggy day in London Town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with such alarm The British Museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn't passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere. A foggy day in London Town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with such alarm The old British Museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn't passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere.

Say you don't love him, my salamander Why do you need him? Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart Keeping ahead of the rain on the road Watching my windscreen wipers (wipers) Radio play me a danceable ode Cattle beware of snipers (snipers) When will you see me, my salamander? Now don't try to tell me Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart Hitting the chisel and making a joint Glueing my fingers together ('gether) Radio play me a song with a point Sailor, beware of weather (weather) Woah, woah, I'm getting closer, my salamander Well, when will we be there? Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart I'm getting closer to your heart I'm getting closer to your heart Closer, closer Closer, closer Closer, closer, closer, closer

What's Wrong With You? I Wish I Knew You Say Time And Tell I Hope That's True There's More To Life Than Blues And Reds I Say, I Know How You Feel, Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar. Now Don't Give Up Whatever You Do You Say Time Will Tell I Hope That's True If You Go Down And Lose Your Head I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar. Dead On Your Feet . . . . . What Can I Do? I Can't Let Go You Say Time Will Heal But Very Slow So Don't Forget The Things You Said I Say I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar.