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)