London (Love to Hate)

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