Misnomer - Target: London lyrics

In the city that's afraid to sleep We used to run, but now we creep When darkness falls, we're scared to breathe The number on my record sleeve Behind the scenes, though well-behaved My world short-wave Left, left, right, brick wall and rest, depressed I'm charismatic, self-confessed You're nice in a kind of tacky depressing way For emotional-fatigue, you're good for short stay Like yesterday's dailies, tired and obsolete Relief of the comic kind, generic 4/4 beat Lip-service to the ranks of talent-less fame Like white paint on the wall, you reflect but never gain Whilst starving on the words you wish you never said: Lock, engage, london targeted A fool in the box, over the river Kidneys, heart, intestines, liver Eat me whole or not at all In the shadow of St Paul Carbon copy uniform No-one fits, but all conform In the city that's afraid to sleep, we used to run, but now we creep