London's burning
Every inch of my earnings
Like gasolene
I'm a cog that's turning
I'm a pipe that's bursting
London's burning
Every inch of my earnings
Like gasolene
I'm a cog that's turning
I'm a pipe that's bursting
In this old machine
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.
The city is catching a light
And the governments raising the prices
How am I gonna sleep tight
Caught in a quarter-life crisis
London's burning
Every inch of my earnings
Like gasolene
I'm a cog that's turning
I'm a pipe that's bursting
In this old machine
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
The city is catching a light
And the governments raising the prices
How am I gonna sleep tight
Caught in a quarter-life crisis
London's burning
Every inch of my earnings
Like gasolene
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 gasolene
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 gasolene
I'm a cog that's turning
I'm a pipe that's bursting
London's Burning