Chain Gang

Yeah there ain't nowhere like London town, I swear, but the once familiar streets cast shadows everywhere.

And, vultures fly, orbiting the M25, obscured by the smoke and smog that fills the sky.

The chain gang marches through the streets of London.

As the tower bells ricochet off the cobble stone like musket fire, yeah the chain gang marches through the streets of London.

She burns like a queen for all to see, setting fire to the hearts of country men like me.