歌词
Walkin' 'round, walk everywhere
Through Regent's Park, down through Trafalgar Square
If you're thinking it's my home ground
Yes, I'm telling you about London Town
Straight from Londinium
With no skyscrapers or condominiums
Max, not minimums, survivin' upon Darwinian
Street civilian wearin' fatigues inside the concrete
Always on off-beat, off-key three, elite
We treat everyday just like another Soho story
Struggle and glory, the golden pavement lay before me
City escapist, walkin' the roads of hoods and rapists
Pagans and papists, and homeless kids that stay in stasis
Uh! We hold our pagers like a badge of honor
Don't wanna be a goner
Express our stress at Speakers' Corner
Metro aroma — whisky, ammonia and odor
The Whale and Jonah, ten-million workers in a coma
Uh! We hold our zones for a full day of boppin'
Tobacco toppin' from this geezer up in Tottenham
Full-on maneuvers with the Hammers and the Gooners
The Chelsea Smilers, the Artful Dodgers and the Rudebwoy stylers
The Western wilders kickin' bonquets and chiefs
Toffs and bowlers holdin' their budgets in their briefs
There's no relief from all the mania and mayhem
London Palladium, we have our roles and we must play them
No time for failin', we keep our heads above the Thames
Loyal friends, actions always leadin' to an ends
We may be broke, but still, we've got hope
Gotta go with the flow or get choked in the smoke, whuh!
Walkin', walkin' round, in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
Holdin', holdin' down
Just livin' in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
(I see you)
Walkin', walkin' round, in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
Holdin', holdin' down
Just livin' in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
(I see you)
I came from Chalkhill, I don't come from Chalk Farm
Get the two mixed up and you might get harmed!
Warm and easy more time is how we come through
We're all inside the same pot, we done over, bro
Like those who live here, they move by the rod
You have to understand, this cruel ever you saw
Now, where's the cut? Slappin' them and shit
Crack the whip, and later ya claat and toodlepip
From day-to-day, on a daily basis
The people that I move with are all good, dedicated
Stayin' off-key inside the racist places
Between you and me, child, we know there is hatred
Space — a final frontier
Just like my mind, a hypnotist would love to go there
I see different tings out my window
Little kids a-play and a big man a show boat
Cloak and daggers moves hafta get pulled
Always on the run, and stayin' charged like a bull
From the London showers, there's no gold on my walls
Pagers goin' off, time to make a couple calls
As night falls and dark creeps in
It rolls into town, but ****ed up is high ground
This mellow sound, and cards you will be playin'
Bunch of girlies swayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Walkin', walkin' round, in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
Holdin', holdin' down
Just livin' in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
(I see you)
Walkin', walkin' round, in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
Holdin', holdin' down
Just livin' in Dungeon Town
In Dungeon Town, always
(I see you)
So this is for the Dungeon Towners, with adversaries all around us
The kingdom crowners, the emissary and the founders
There's no profounder
The Brotherhood urban-aholics, street anabolic
We smoke the sess, allow the chronic
Ghetto bionic, inner city cyber hero
The battleground, the light and sound of Trocadero
From out the depot, Misfit be all city
The N7, from Edgware Road to Piccadilly
Uh! Upon the borderline, communicate the scene
The third eye's synchronized to Greenwich Mean
Been all around the world, but still return to The Den
She tempts me like an old girlfriend
The kings are pearly, pie and mash in my teeth
The South-East, like a beggar-man and thief
Hidin' from the beast, the executioner of London
Workin' the conundrum while we're livin' in the Dungeon
(Walkin' around
Walkin', walkin', walkin' around)
Always! Doin' our ting!
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
(Walkin' around
Walkin', walkin', walkin' around)
Always! Doin' our ting!
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
Always
Doin' our ting
(The Underground map and beyond, and beyond
The outer limits to the green belt, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Word to Manchester, and Liverpool, and to Leeds
And to Newton
All the way up to Scotland, London Town)