The Great Fire of London - Vice Squad

Something in the city or a name at Lloyds

Networking yuppies and the same old boys

Safe in glass houses of high finance

Now there’s a change of circumstance

Walls of jericho tumble down

The river floods into the underground

You can’t buy your way out of this one

It’s the great fire of london, the great fire of London

Ruthless and Godless material men

Making damn sure the meek inherit nothing

You looked down your noses at the waifs and strays

And pissed on the homeless in shop doorways

A monument to a world gone wrong

Feeds the inferno till kingdom come

The first are last, there’s nowhere left to run

From the great fire of London, the great fire of London

Burn down London, London burn down

Corpses at smithfield where martyrs burned

Political deaths because you never learn

Millions die to enrich the few

You screwed the world

Now the world screws you