I was carried down a cold, black street When the sunshine hit my face As it just might happen, it's hard to believe I was down and out and crawling away I had a fast down beer in a hotel bar For the last five hours with friends I blew a thirty thousand check in a week from hell Funny how there's no one now This isn't no place when you're feeling down It chews you up and spits you out Can you hear the people talking on the underground The little lies of London Town Well, I hear them now in a moral stream Close your eyes and count to ten And the starry light rhythm, yeah, in the world If ever coming back again sponsored links From the face in the corner sure wrestling well As pretty as a pawn could be After all these years in a Soho hell Living out some fantasies This isn't no place when you're feeling down It chews you up and spits you out Can you hear the people talking on the underground The little lies of London Town And the last train's leaving in the last' City should come to life All the white hat boys and the high street boys Doing what they need to survive This isn't no place when you're feeling down It chews you up and spits you out Can you hear the people talking on the underground The little lies of London Town