London Has Nothing to Say

All the midwives squinted down at what they were paid Most skipped town for Glasgow or Adelaide The teachers went to Swansea and the bus drivers too And the youth workers trailed them with the ambulance crews But all the damaged people love the bright, bright lights And the ravaged people love the bright, bright lights All the savage people love the bright, bright lights Do you, do you, do you, do you? London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say Do you? Do you? All the burnt-out nurses packed their bags and went home To Inverness, Wallasey or Rotherham The lollipop ladies and the riot police Put their names down for allotments in the Vale of Neath But all ambitious people love the bright, bright lights All delicious people love the bright, bright lights All the vicious people love the bright, bright lights Do you, do you, do you, do you? London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say Do you? London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say Do you? Do you? The health care workers caught a train up to Hull Where owning your own drum is not impossible The social workers quit en masse and left for the coast And the Chelsea postal workers all gave up their post But all the needy people love the bright, bright lights All the greedy people love the bright, bright lights All the seedy people love the bright, bright lights Do you, do you, do you, do you? London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say Do you? London has nothing to say Nobody's listening anyway London has nothing to say Do you? Do you? And the rubbish piles up in the streets of Chelsea And the buses don't run in the streets of Chelsea And the kids can't play out in the streets of Chelsea And your money's no good in the streets of Chelsea Let me take you the throat and lead you through The streets of London