Lyrics:

Fare thee well, old city
These changes no-one needs
Your office blocks stand empty
Whose walls reflect our greed
We swept away your markets
We lost the Walbrook pipes
We build on open spaces
We spit upon your lives

Our god bless rain the marshes
To fire the bricks and steel
The parks on those whose properties
Then pour in concrete spew
That once were fields
That once were fields
That once were fields

Still in quiet corners
The dead are sleeping sound
Behind the broken hoardings
Yours for just one pound
They'll move the bums this evening
And stack the gravestones well
And once a year we'll earn the right
To see our fathers consecrated here
Consecrated here
Consecrated here

The air is getting thinner
The cars are slowing down
The dogs are going hungry
I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy
Don't leave me on my own
'Cause when I die I'll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London stone
London stone
London stone

London stone