Letras
Look at them, they're standing in the corner
Look at them, are they never lonely?
Look at them, they're feeling like Braveheart
Look at them, gonna tear someone apart
Look at them, as they listen to the gangster rap
Look at them, caught in the ghetto trap
Look at them, all that glitters is gold now
Look at them, turning into foes now
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Out the dark they come, with their posse yes yalling
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Out the dark they come, with their posse yes yalling
London born
London born
London born
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, they're waiting for their saviour
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Out the dark they come, with their posse yes yalling
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Out the dark they come, with their posse yes yalling
London born
London born
London born
London born
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
Moaning and boring, shouting out a warning
We will rise again
We will rise again
We will rise again
We will rise again
We will rise again
We will rise again