King Prawn London Born
look at them
there standing on the corner
look at them
they're never lonely
look at them
they're feeling like braveheart
look at them
they're gonna tear someone apart
look at them
they listen to their gangsta rap
look at them
they're caught in a ghetto trap
look at them
all that glitters is gold now
look at them
they're turning into foes now
moaning and boring
shouting out a warning
out the dark they come
with their posse yes yalling
london born...
look at them
they two sugar lump it
look at them
they blow their own trumpet
look at them
they're souring my taste
look at them
they're slowing my pace
look at them
they're always on the take now
look at them
they're always so fake now
look at them
they're afraid of failure
look at them
waiting for their saviour
