London Born - King Prawn

Look at them

There standing on the corner

Look at them

They’re never lonely

Look at them

They’re feeling like braveheart

Look at them

They’re gonna tear someone apart

Look at them

They listen to their gangsta rap

Look at them

They’re caught in a ghetto trap

Look at them

All that glitters is gold now

Look at them

They’re turning into foes now

Moaning and boring

Shouting out a warning

Out the dark they come

With their posse yes yalling

London born…

Look at them

They two sugar lump it

Look at them

They blow their own trumpet

Look at them

They’re souring my taste

Look at them

They’re slowing my pace

Look at them

They’re always on the take now

Look at them

They’re always so fake now

Look at them

They’re afraid of failure

Look at them

Waiting for their saviour