London is my town But now the wise man stays underground Above the creepers creep And a steal our spirit while we sleep Ancient photograph In sepia days our mothers laughed But now the face is blank They take it all and give none back I'm gonna leave it to the dogs Let them pick the bones Gonna leave it to the dogs I'm going home Beneath the skin of saints Little devils of worm their way Into our sacred heart And so the seed that tears first us apart Repeat chorus London is my town But now the wise man stays underground Above the creepers crawl And tear the house down wall to wall
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