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It was in London
Where we heard the revolution
From Covent Garden
All the way down to Brixton

It was in Tottenham
Man got shot by a policeman
the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone

A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come in
to a master mind 

I'm an original species 
More enlightened than Nietzshe 
I'm sure you'd like to meet me 
I am loved 
By the maker who's so clever 
I
the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone

A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come in
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She ain't got no money and she's all dressed in rags
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks
you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old gal
Who
let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind,

And have you seen
let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind,

And have you seen
long ago in London town
a man called Ant sat deeply sighing
he was wondering
which side of the fence he was on
prick up your ears...

time went
your whole street, you ain't no motherfuckin' O.G.
'Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
Ain't no police
Westport
Or the surgeon who cured the elms
Or the man at the vegetable stand
Or the guru who cast a spell
Or the Yalie from New Haven
Or the farmer in
wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son,
Westport
Or the surgeon who cured the elms
Or the man at the vegetable stand
Or the guru who cast a spell
Or the Yalie from New Haven
Or the farmer in
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
London, England. Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied by an ornate bronze key of unknown origin. The author of the journal remains
by myself

Oh, could you ever know how much I care?
Could you ever know that out somewhere
There's a boy who really hurts?

Since I've found you
wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son,
You said if you were to marry that I would be your man 
But now you broke your promise, go marry who you please 
While my poor heart is a breakin?
I walk the streets of London
And notice in the faces passing by
Something that makes me stop and listen
My heart grows heavy with the cry

Where is
idols
Cast in silver and gold
I boast in the Lord
The servant of the poor Now

CHORUS
Blessed is the man that trod
In the ways of God
Never turn by back
the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat 

Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when
wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son,
back to beginnings the story?s too long
To be told
Like you were the only one who ever got left in the dark by the London Sun

Hurricanes are blowing
Cast to earth, to infiltrate man by birth
sowing the seed of sin, within
Transcendental darkness, veiling the world
Opening portals to thought
Braun!


Gather 'round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun,
A man whose allegiance
Is ruled by expedience.
Call him a Nazi, he won't even frown,