In London

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