Well we're breaking down windows And we're kicking down doors Cigarettes burned fingers Empty bottles galore This is nothing But it's something This is london And it's our town And you know you'd like to do this But you don't know how Come on mr big shot Try to figure us out Cause we're nothing But we're something This is london And it's our town Well you say do this But don't do that Just follow in the footsteps Of your old man He was nothing Was he something? This is london And it's our fuckin' town We don't need no testimony Fix yourself up Cuz you're such a phoney We try But you lie And when you lie We ask why You can punch in Clock out This is the way A fair day's work For a fair day's pay Gives you nothing Gives you something To call your life So you can waste it away We try But you lie And when you lie We ask why