Lullaby of London Town - The Quireboys

I was carried down a cold, black street

When the sunshine hit my face

As it just might happen, it’s hard to believe

I was down and out and crawling away

I had a fast down beer in a hotel bar

For the last five hours with friends

I blew a thirty thousand check in a week from hell

Funny how there’s no one now

This isn’t no place when you’re feeling down

It chews you up and spits you out

Can you hear the people talking on the underground

The little lies of London Town

Well, I hear them now in a moral stream

Close your eyes and count to ten

And the starry light rhythm, yeah, in the world

If ever coming back again

From the face in the corner sure wrestling well

As pretty as a pawn could be

After all these years in a Soho hell

Living out some fantasies

This isn’t no place when you’re feeling down

It chews you up and spits you out

Can you hear the people talking on the underground

The little lies of London Town

And the last train’s leaving in the last'

City should come to life

All the white hat boys and the high street boys

Doing what they need to survive

This isn’t no place when you’re feeling down

It chews you up and spits you out

Can you hear the people talking on the underground

The little lies of London Town