The London Sound

You should never compromise quality

As you stare down the barrel of inequality

You can’t get away from the politics

I don’t agree with your policy 

We should just do things properly

Like dunking digestives in hot coffee 

In a crippled and sinking economy

I’m dreaming about 

Winning the fucking lottery 

Why is having a roof 

Over your head a commodity 

If you don’t conform 

You’re an oddity 

That’s expensive property 

Like Mayfair on Monopoly 

Amidst the aristocracy 

I can’t stand the hate and hypocrisy

Why doesn’t anything 

Rhyme with apostrophe 

I think I need a lobotomy 

Twisted Tory philosophies 

Fucked us over without an apology

This isn’t a story 

It’s an anthology 

About a city 

That favours wealth 

Over progressive ideology 

Where the rent for a one-bed shed

Is daylight fucking robbery 

Everywhere I look is poverty

I should’ve studied technology 

Is this all we have 

In this self-fulfilling prophecy 

Of course 

I’m speaking metaphorically 

And it’s probably proper fucking boring ya