Honest
This city is a melting pot
But the food has begun to rot
As no one can afford to eat
Honest
This city is a picture book
It costs an arm and a leg to look
So leave your limbs in limbo please
Dying by the living wage
Trying to repress my rage
London is the place I love, the place I love
I love to hate
Honest
This city runs on laughing gas
With electricity from France
Powering the hate machine
Honest, I'm honest
This city is under attack
By smog and smug bureaucrats
Dying by the living wage
Trying to repress my rage
London is the place I love, the place I love
I love to hate
Dying by the living wage
Trying to repress my rage
London is the place I love, the place I love
I love to hate
Dying by the living wage
Trying to repress my rage
London is the place I love, the place I love
I love to hate
Dying by the living wage
Trying to repress my rage
London is the place I love, the place I love
I love to hate
I love to hate
I love to hate
I love to hate
