A city freeze get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought you're down and out
See your trousers down tapered
Saddle up, kick your feet, ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane, turn around and come back again
And at the chime of a city clock, put up your roadblock
Hang onto your crown
For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour down
Stay indoors beneath the floors
Talk with neighbors only