London that I used to know
The one from 30 years ago
Declares it's lifeless status quo, and
so it goes
In London they got subway trains
The House of Lords and acid rains
The Albert Hall, it still remains
In London where I spent my prime
Youth was king that summertime
I thought I'd pulled the perfect crime
Being there, sleeping by your side
In Lodon we were scatterlings
When consciousness meant everything
Now we choke on bigger things
And who said grow them wings and fly
In London where the city jeers
At architecture's golden years
Where no man steps or interferes
In London
In London we had high ideals
A sense of style and Cuban heels
You don't forget how good that feels
In London town the money screams
At long forgotten kings and queens
From strike intensive union teams
And who sais grown men never cry
In London where she hung her head
I only work here, Sir, she said
I didn't weave this tangled thread
In London where you feast your eyes
As dreams are born and passions fly
But, brother, are you satisfied
And who said dreams they drift like snow
In London where commandments drool
Like wisdom from the mouths of fools
They didn't learn that stuff in school
In London
Oh, London that I've grown to hate
I've seen your class evaporate
Signed Disillusioned, Sad, Expatriate
