City freeze, get on your knees pray for warmth and green paper
city drought, your down and out, see your trousers dont taper
saddle up, kick your feet ride the range of london street.
Travel too, a local plane, turn around and come back again
and at the chime of a city clock, put up your road block hand on to your crown
for a stone in a tin can, is wealth to the city man who leaves him armor down
This was done on piano, I don't know how it will sound on guitar, etc...
Note to Ultimate Team, this is a revision of the first I sent in.