London's Burning

[Intro] (London's Burning) (Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline) (I'm a cog that's turning) (I'm a pipe that's bursting like, ah-ha-ha) [Chorus] London's Burning Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline I'm a cog that's turning I'm a pipe that's bursting in this old machine [Verse 1] Bluffing Tabloids off-the-cuffing The status quo is rough And you can hear the huffing and puffing of the public Who keep stiff in the top lip Heading straight for their coffin The same recession is rolling and rolling [Pre-Chorus] The city is catching a light And the Government's raising the prices How am I gonna sleep tight? Caught in a quarter-life crisis [Chorus] London's Burning Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline I'm a cog that's turning I'm a pipe that's bursting in this old machine [Verse 2] It's a farce how mum and dad Are asking after me like they don't know Like they don't hear the desperate woes Peppered throughout the melodies wrote In every stanza, every note In every line, in every poem I'm tryna reach nirvana, I wanna be a part of Something real with daily meals, no daily mail, no daily pills I don't ask for much Paying bills, I start to feel like a 9-5 ain't working hard enough Like a preachers word ain't psalm enough Like a surgeons hand ain't calm enough Like a harvard grad ain't smart enough And he laughs it off [Pre-Chorus] The city is catching a light And the Government's raising the prices How am I gonna sleep tight? Caught in a quarter-life crisis [Chorus] London's Burning Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline I'm a cog that's turning I'm a pipe that's bursting in this old machine London's Burning Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline I'm a cog that's turning I'm a pipe that's bursting in this old machine [Outro] (London's Burning) (Every inch of my earnings, like gasoline) (I'm a cog that's turning) (I'm a pipe that's bursting like, ah-ha-ha)