cry. Getting high on the essence of life 'Cause tonight we're in Londoncity. And I got bout' 400 with me. 15 minutes ago we left barking. Now we're approaching the city, I'm a laughing I wanna hit
land. Where surely life was sweet. On the rising tide to New York City. Did they ride into the street See the glory. Of the royal scam They are hounded down to the bottom of a bad town. Amid the
A city freeze, get on your knees. Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought, you're down and out. See your trousers don't taper Saddle up, kick your feet. Ride the range of a London street
Song Streets ofLondon - Cilla Black. Have you seen the old man . in the closed down market. Kicking up the paper, . with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride . hand held loosely at his
