London streets burning We're on tv - worthy Flowers have become dirt, got new crops to feed To break whatever they see, to get what they need The world is mine - clearly I bring it down my way Who the hell are you to tell me I'm misinformed? The system is broken and soon you'll be turning on The future is at war with something it can't recall Is it right to fight the man, a man against man? Overseas hiding I'm telling you it's alright Find the talking points while we water the seed You will know when it's time to pick out the weeds London streets, broken Silently - you should... Try to be tough, to be free, to be young again To sing all the songs in your head that make you a man Gather the soldiers to march on, to terrorize Fight them since loving a thing can't be thought of twice South of the sun is the way of the modern man To fall into darkness and stay there if he can South of the sun is the way of the modern man To think he's the first to walk on open land