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Well, we're breaking down the windows
And we're kicking down doors
Cigarettes, burned fingers
Empty bottles galore

This is nothing
But it's something
This is London
And it's our town

And you know you'd like to do this
But you don't know how
Come on, Mr. Big Shot
Try to figure us out

'Cause we're nothing
But we're something
This is London
And it's our town

And they say, "Do this"
But don't do that
Just follow in the footsteps
Of your old man

He was nothing
Was he something?
This is London
And it's our fucking town

Oh, we don't need no testimony
Fix yourself up
'Cause you're such a phony

We try, but you lie
And when you lie, we ask why

You can punch in, clock out
This is the way
A fair day's work
For a fair day's pay

Gives you nothing
Gives you something
To call your life
So you can waste it away

We try, but you lie
And when you lie, we ask why

We try, but you, you lie
And when you lie, we ask why

Oh, we're gonna try
I'm asking you why
You ask why?
I'm telling you why
Tell me why
We're gonna try
Well, if your looking for trouble
You've come to the right place

(Na na na, na na na na na)
(Na na na, na na na na na)
Oh yeah
(Na na na, na na na na na)
Well, if you're looking for trouble
(Na na na, na na na na na)
Trouble

Ooh-ooh...
Oh yeah

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