^GAll across the ^Ftown, ^Call across the ^Fnight, ^Geverybody's ^Fdriving with ^Cfull head^Flights ^GBlack or white you ^Fturn it on, ^Cyou face the ^Fnew religion, ^Geverybody's sitting 'round watching television

^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine ^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine

I'm ^Gup and down the ^FWestway, ^Cin and out the ^Flights, what a ^Ggreat traffic ^Fsystem, ^Cit's so ^Fbright I ^Gcan't think of a ^Fbetter way to ^Cspend the ^Fnight ^Gthan speeding around underneath the yellow lights

^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine ^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine

^GNow I'm in the ^Fsubway and I'm ^Clooking for the ^Fflat, ^Gthis one leads to ^Fthis block, ^Cthis one leads to ^Fthat The ^Gwind howls through the ^Fempty blocks ^Clooking for a ^Fhome, ^GI run through the empty stone 'cos I'm all alone

^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine ^GLondon's ^Fburning with ^Cboredom ^Dnow, ^GLondon's ^Fburning ^Cdial nine, nine, nine, nine, ^Dnine

The Clash - Londons burning