London Bridge is Falling Down

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down.

London Bridge is falling down,
From a distance, see's the town.

Down below the Rickson's run,
The Rickson's run,
The Rickson's run.

Down below the Rickson's run,
It seems their home is done.

To the west the suburbs cry,
Suburbs cry,
Suburbs cry.

To the west the suburbs cry,
They watch their history die.

The the east the Metro thrives,
Metro thrives,
Metro thrives.

To the east the Metro thrives,
As they listen on the news.

To the north an old man sings,
An old man sings,
An old man sings.

That bridge to him was more than things,
To him, it meant his wife.

Flashback now to '42,
'42,
'42.

Flashback now to '42,
And you will understand why.

It was a warm and blissful night,
Not a sight,
Of the fight.

It was a warm and blissful night,
Summer '42.

A young couple dares walk at dusk,
Walk at dusk,
Walk at dusk.

A young couple dares walk at dusk,
It's the young mans last night.

Tomorrow he will ship on out,
Ship on out,
With a pout.

Tomorrow he will ship on out,
The wars not over yet.

As they cross old London Bridge,
London Bridge,
London Bridge.

As they cross old London Bridge,
They watch a swarm of midge.

Ceasing at the center they,
Hold their sway,
Under the moons ray.

Staring down so longingly,
Feeling right,
Feeling free.

Staring down so longingly,
They share one final kiss.

From the east an air-horn blares,
Air horn blares,
Air horn blares.

From the east an air-horn blares,
The enemies come to play.

Grasping hands they turn on west,
Pumping chests,
Like pulsing vests.

Grasping hands they turn on west,
It's time for them to go.

From above a screeching whine,
Screeching whine,
It's a sign.

From above a screeching whine,
As fire lights the Thames.

Like a devil from above,
From above,
He's lost his love.

She slips onto concrete ground,
Confused, her head darts round.

The screeching whine from far above,
Has found his love,
Has found his love.

The screeching whine from far above,
Something undreamed of.

He runs back in attempt to save,
It's to late,
Heated hate;
Propels him backwards on his spine,
It's yet another sign.

Blurry eyes and frightened thought,
So distraught,
So distraught.

Blurry eyes and frightened thought,
His love has disappeared.

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down.

London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.