BABYLONDON

Many pass by Babylondon
While walking down Oxford Street.
Some stay and others go or disapear.
But few can see
Ready to burn
The invisible baby
Tower by tower.

She's on the cameras and the screens
So many eyes're looking for her,
That's easy seeing where she's not
Her bealtiful face and wicked smile.

A baby there in London
-She's called Babylondon!
And while walking down the street,
In every tongue that she speaks
always the same repetitive tune:
Welcome to London,
Have fun and excuse me.

She's one and many,
Rather say fuck off,
Burn the towers
and piss on the Queen,
Than bend over and disapear.