We left Exeter in glorious sunshine
4 boys on a jolly to the big smoke
Roaring up the Devon coast
Traversing Bristol's Chiltern Hills
Across the Severn Bridge
(The longest bridge in the world)
And past the magic cities of
Oxford, Cambridge, Slough
Wow, Steve said
As dreaming spires rushed by,
If this is how amazing the journey is
Imagine what London's going to be like!
But just as we approached Heathrow
Dark storm clouds gathered overhead
Cars coming to a halt
In the grim asphalt spray
A traffic jam!
An hour to crawl thirteen miles!
I've heard of these, Steve said
But I never thought I'd see one
So many cars!
And why do all the drivers look so grey and scowling?
So desperate and tired?
Eventually we limp into London proper
Wheels turning slowly through litter-filled streets
Ramshackle fried chicken places
A city designed by someone who
Hated life, hated themself
The pavements filled with the walking dead
Shouting into ear pieces
Shoving one another
Grimaces and snarls
Where ARE we?
Asks Steve
Is this hell?
Did we die back there on the road?
Are we in the apocalypse?
A tramp rushes up to our window
Threatening violence and obscenities
Before a group of youths
Ten and eleven-year-olds
Pull him away
Leap on him
And kick him to death
Everything is covered in concrete.
Every road is clogged with traffic
The air tastes of disease and decay
The sky above filled with screaming noise
Up in front a billboard proclaims:
THE MAN WHO IS BORED OF LONDON
IS BORED OF LIFE!
ONLY LOSERS
DISLIKE IT HERE!
And then another tramp presses his face
Against our terrified window
And another
And another
All screaming
Get out boys while you can!
The man who said that
Died 230 years ago!
This wasn't what he was talking about
His London had fields
Spaces
No airports
No rattling underground tubes
The whole thing's a lie!
4 boys on a jolly to the big smoke
Roaring up the Devon coast
Traversing Bristol's Chiltern Hills
Across the Severn Bridge
(The longest bridge in the world)
And past the magic cities of
Oxford, Cambridge, Slough
Wow, Steve said
As dreaming spires rushed by,
If this is how amazing the journey is
Imagine what London's going to be like!
But just as we approached Heathrow
Dark storm clouds gathered overhead
Cars coming to a halt
In the grim asphalt spray
A traffic jam!
An hour to crawl thirteen miles!
I've heard of these, Steve said
But I never thought I'd see one
So many cars!
And why do all the drivers look so grey and scowling?
So desperate and tired?
Eventually we limp into London proper
Wheels turning slowly through litter-filled streets
Ramshackle fried chicken places
A city designed by someone who
Hated life, hated themself
The pavements filled with the walking dead
Shouting into ear pieces
Shoving one another
Grimaces and snarls
Where ARE we?
Asks Steve
Is this hell?
Did we die back there on the road?
Are we in the apocalypse?
A tramp rushes up to our window
Threatening violence and obscenities
Before a group of youths
Ten and eleven-year-olds
Pull him away
Leap on him
And kick him to death
Everything is covered in concrete.
Every road is clogged with traffic
The air tastes of disease and decay
The sky above filled with screaming noise
Up in front a billboard proclaims:
THE MAN WHO IS BORED OF LONDON
IS BORED OF LIFE!
ONLY LOSERS
DISLIKE IT HERE!
And then another tramp presses his face
Against our terrified window
And another
And another
All screaming
Get out boys while you can!
The man who said that
Died 230 years ago!
This wasn't what he was talking about
His London had fields
Spaces
No airports
No rattling underground tubes
The whole thing's a lie!
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