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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.

 Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel

 A pox on those whose profit sees them

 Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,

 Once were fields.

 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 bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,

And once a year you'll earn the right to see your father's consecrated hell,

Consecrated Hell

Consecrated Hell

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,

'Cos when I die, I'll need a friend

To carve my name and dates in London Stone,

London Stone.