Testo All Roads Lead To London

When in Rome anything goes
Friend or foe
I live in the city
Gotta go get your dough
(All roads lead to London)
I'm heading home

In the city, we're climbing across the buildings The pavements, not too different from the rodents using the Tubes as their havens
Easy to get high from the licensed guests from magazine placements
Harder to realise that weapon has to sustain things without faith
Easy to live apart, a few months later picked apart, gets clearer
Over time, their balls are way past the goal line
I'd rather take my time in a city that never stops thinking
Not to think, as the contradictive plot thickens, blink
Once or twice, there's a risk, gotta keep eyes
Open, an abyss and ears to the ground and [?] forward
Like mice. No. London's built on the contradiction of hard steel and thin ice
Surrounded by the dark water that absorbs and reflects light
I wanna be there

[?] me, baby
Try me, maybe I might need time
'Cause you drive me crazy

When in Rome
Anything goes
Friend or foe
Gotta get that dough
I wanna be there

Gotta go get your dough
Everyone knows there's a legendary treasure trove
(All roads lead to London)
And I'm heading home