frozen trains
frozen pipes
breathin' streams
dreams an' beams
people rough
people rude
people cold
mad as hell
concrete jungle
where we live
where we work
makes it tough
makes it rough
on and on
and so we go
till we fall
till we drop
an' have to stop
then to rot
off we trot
human nature
barnacle bill
out of gas
you can call
scream and shout
kick a cloud
spray with snow
on we go
lots of no
little yes
little please
sunshine weather
up the spout
awesome awful
the ant people
hate icicles
- from London Works
