The London Eye
Welcome to the London Eye,
I’m gonna take you on a ride.
Welcome to the London Eye,
I’m gonna take you deep inside.
There are points of interest,
things to see,
and a hotchpotch version of history.
There’s a history of treachery
in a constitutional monarchy,
a constitutional monarchy
that poses as democracy.
I’ll show you things you’ll never see,
you’ll never see on a TV screen.
On the right you’ll see the site
of England’s proud financial might.
On the left look up the Thames;
it’s a stinking grey polluted mess.
Up ahead beyond Big Ben:
Victoria and Waterloo –
station names reminding you
of monarchy and victory,
and an economy that’s serving you,
held together with the use of guns.
Welcome to the London Eye,
a corporate logo in disguise.
Welcome to the London Eye,
I’m gonna take you for a ride.
There are points of retail,
things to buy
for those that value chintz and treats.
There’s a particular habit of gluttony
in a laissez-faire economy
and institutional poverty
that poses as demography,
to secure the trade and guarantee
the growth of a baseless economy.
Moored for good on the eastern bank,
there sits Belfast like a tank,
opposite the western bank,
where the gold standard sadly sank.
In its place endorsed state,
dictating tax and interest rates,
cancerous growth of capital venture,
the world’s resources out to tender,
controlled by an elite of technocrats
backed up by supposed democrats.
Welcome to the London Eye,
a hundred metres in the sky.
Welcome to the London Eye,
a thirty-minute waste of time.
There are points of interest,
things to see,
and a hotchpotch version of history.
There’s a history of treachery
in a constitutional monarchy,
a constitutional monarchy
that poses as democracy.
I’ll show you things you’ll never see,
you’ll never see on the BBC.
On the right, past London Bridge,
you’ll see what past colonials built.
In the air to the east and west
it’s a stinking grey polluted mess.
Up ahead, past parliament,
Westminster Abbey rears its head.
Hidden between and set in stone,
Oliver Cromwell sets the tone
for Church of England xenophobes to
rule the earth with the excuse of Christ.
Welcome to the London Eye,
lighting up the London sky.
Welcome to the London Eye,
a thing to do before you die.
See London – the capital city of the UK,
the fifty-first state of the USA.
Well, I hope you have a very nice day!
Because as the wheel raises your fat, gullible,
American tourist arse up into the London sky,
spins you round,
and gently places it back down,
I’ll be dreaming
of razing London
to the ground.