Not everything's for sale
Not everything can be sold
Not everywhere and everyone
Are built in the same mould
Whilst loving it
Not loathing it
It's really hard to believe
I'm still not bored
Of you yet London
I just feel the need to leave
Knock down it's very centre
Rip the heart out
Oh, what's the point?
Replacing all the signs
With the same old generic fonts
Goodbye London
You're sky high city scape
Each time I leave you
Feels like the great escape
Not fallen out of
Still feel the love
But living inside
Fits like a glove
Goodbye London
Your city was once great
Your streets are paved with pastimes
Memories turned from dust to gold
It's time all those city bankers
And the powers that be were told
It's the artists and the underground
That stops the concrete from turning cold
That our lifestyle's not for sale
And our living can't be sold
I just want the imperfections
Grime and dirt with no perfections
Take me back I've no objections
I'm aroused
Like the places that's best not mentioned
The sexy light show projections
With dirty lit attractions
Oh, wow
