London (Love To Hate)

Honest This city is a melting pot But the food has begun to rot As no one can afford to eat Honest This city is a picture book It costs an arm and leg to look So leave your limbs in limbo please Dying by the living wage Trying to repress my rage London is the place I love I love to hate Honest This city runs on laughing gas With electricity from France Powering the hate machine Honest, I’m honest This city is under attack By smog and smug bureaucrats Dying by the living wage Trying to repress my rage London is the place I love I love to hate