Burning Streets

The siren's rising...
There's a distant (blues song?) on the crowded street
The temperatures a-risin'
Soon you're going to be running down those burnin' streets, c'mon

The century that's hardly on it's feet
And the late news breaks early
There's a sunrise from the west not from the east

And it takes every day to be survivin' in the city...

London is burnin' - Don't tell the Queen!
Somebody tried to speak out (ain't you in a burnt out bed home dream?)
Picadilly's yearning like a reggae beat
Soon you're going to be running down those burnin' streets, c'mon

Waiting for your flag to be unfurled
And the late news breaks early
So how should life be lived around the world (if London is Burning)

And it takes every day to be survivin' in the city...
Ready to face that dawn with no pity
Come on, yeah, oh come on (London is burning)
Yeah, oh come on (London is burning)

Those burnin' streets, c'mon
'Cause the Universal Cop had the beat
And the late news breaks early
Did you ever find that bottle not so sweet

And it takes every day to be survivin' in the city...
Ready to face that dawn with no pity
Come on, yeah, oh come on (if London is burning)
Yeah, oh come on (London is burning)

Too many guns in this downtown
The supermarket - the college uptown
Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round (London is burnin')
Too many guns in this downtown (London is burnin')
Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round (London is burnin')
Too many guns in this downtown (London is burnin')
Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round (London is burnin')