Miss Black America Look Ma! Top Of The World!
The city that lies about not sleeping
It reels you in and eats you whole
The pit of carkoon with buildings
Our demise will be painful and slow
Here's not looking at you, kid
We're too stressed out
Here's not looking at you, kid
London life results in a poisoned mind
Lingering, cancerous death of the soul
I will throw myself into the water
Consider it euthanasia
Here's not looking at you, kid
We're all washed out
Here's not looking at you
Look, Ma!
Your son has failed
He's throwing himself
From the top of the world
Sat shaking in a stinking flat
With my life on hold and my head in my hands
Thinking, how will I fulfill my dream
If no-one ever snaps out of this waking sleep?
And I fooled myself into thinking I could be something
if I
left my happy home
And now I spend all my days puking
And la-la-la-la-la-la
London loves no-one
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
London doesn't feel a thing
