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Tony Norwell
Miscellaneous
London Song
LondonSong 1978
Chorus:
London, Iâm so scared of you â canât do the things you want me to â
My old self keeps showing through â London, Iâm so scared of you!
You took my heart and wrung it out â then hung it on your line to dry.
You took my mind and force-fed with poison, selfish thoughts and lies.
All the trendy people doing pointless jobs much of the time;
Helping none but very few make great big profits from the grime!
When we watch the senseless waste of human effort, things and life;
It makes us wonder if they all know that half the world is racked with strife!
And the only way we enjoy our plenty is when one third of the world is hungry â
And the only way the rich stay rich is by robbing from the many poor!