Londons Cold with Everyone Gone

I don't know what I can do for ya I don't know—, I don't know what I can do for ya, to be honest Living in a locked room, some padded up old doom Meeting my demise, while all my friends are high on shrooms Just a spark of motivation got me complacent, assumed I'm inside of a dungeon, cold and waiting for something to resume But I guess that's why London is cold All the shops are empty, I'm fucking stressing to break the mould Never figured out why all that glitters is never that gold But now I have the answer and it changed up my whole fucking world London is a shithole filled with too much people Annoying little brats, and all they do is be illegal Consistently angered by the little things, but never lethal I hated all that company, and I hated London equal But now I wish everybody stayed, it's cold and single I miss all the little brats and annoying people No more skinheads smoking cigars, no more car horns London's cold with everyone gone (Hello, 2-L-O calling, 2-L-O calling Do you really think that there is life on other planets? I've seen a flying saucer You've seen one? Yes, definitely at ———— When—, when was this? 1953 (Hello, 2-L-O calling, 2-L-O calling) You don't think this was a figment of your imagination? Mm, several other people with me saw it You all saw the same figment? Now I guess that I'm stuck with my thoughts I ignored school 'cause my teachers never taught I'm so young, yet so old, I wanna rest up my jaw Fifty-six years old, now that London is cold I'm bored All the friends that've lived here have now moved to Wales London has little resources, but time will tell Should I go to the church and ring the town bell? Should I wait for a herd of zombies to kill me now? But this place that I'm stuck in has just fucked up my life Find something so I can scrape up a bite within time I hope I don't die, I have one fear, not heights That is looking back at it all and feelin' unsatisfied I don't want to kill myself, a bad way out My art that I made may not be recovered about About time, I'm dying where I was first born London's cold with everyone gone What did it look like? It was standing up there still (Hello, 2-L-O calling, 2-L-O calling) Just suspended in space? With colours coming out of it Flat or on it's side? It was a round And you think this was sent from another planet, do you? I really do, well, where else would it come from? (Hello, 2-L-O calling, 2-L-O calling) (Gnillac O-L-2, gnillac O-L-2) Quiet line test Hey Jake, um, thought I'd just send you a message Saying how much I appreciate, your concerns but Yeah, just call me whenever I guess