Sundark on darker streets. It's violent times for weary feet. Carjackers and bullet showers, A yellow sign. Too many fools in power But see, I will be gone by morning. My dear friend, I lost a fight Forget me, I wash my hands in your grey slowing night.
Coming down from darkened heights. I taste the Thames with my cycle lights By St Paul's, by Big Ben, By God's name, I repent. But see, I will be gone by morning My dear London, goodnight Forget me, I wash myself in your grey river light
Through Great Fire, doodlebug and bombscare The courage of the immigrant Canonize the blacks dogs and Irish Who led me to be born to your bells Raised me to not sink in you suffer Nor perish in our plague of demolition