Crash UK

Crash UK



Oi You!  Concrete crown of island nation,

Friend of style, youth, power, ambition,

Strength of a crocodile, strength of a prison,

I drove full speed in to your vision.



I walked in the rhythm of the London life,

Bobbing, weaving, ducking through the daily strife,

I walked through you City – golden sacred mile,

With the powerful and rich who neither frown nor smile,



But now you shudder as the whole world shakes,

Production changes, the small man quakes,

Your big bold players all raised the stakes,

On weak foundations and now it breaks.



I was wooed by the London style,

By men with their money and women with their guile,

And the rhythm felt alright,

I was anonymous by day and invisible by night,

I listened to the London sound,

Commercial Trance, The Big Cheese and Underground,

But now! Oh Great City! Oh Big Smoke!

So strong, so bold, so wise, so broke.