Gangs Of London

Don't think that this life has to count on you
That knows how to turn alone, doesn't need navels
You grab it by the neck just to feel alive
But the days pass without acknowledgment

The days are just the sole of my life
Looking for a shoemaker to make custom soles

Thinking it over to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London, I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my Cinderella whore

Don't think it's so easy to end me
I have an invisible soul and a hidden .38
I'll stop kissing you and if I have to give up any vice
I'll give up always being on the edge of a damn precipice

The days are just the sole of my life
Looking for a shoemaker to make custom soles

Thinking it over to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London, I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my Cinderella whore

Or thinking it over to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London, I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my Cinderella whore

I don't want to be the life that beats on the corner
Feeling cold, living on medicine
The kind that isn't sold in any pharmacy
From those four kilos we stole from the mafia

I don't want to be the life that beats on the corner
Feeling cold, living on medicine
The kind that isn't sold in any pharmacy
From those four kilos we stole from the mafia