London calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared - and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling see we ain't got no swing 'Cedt for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming. The sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A Nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning - and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out - and take another breath London calling - and I don't wanna shoot But when we were talking - I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age…
London calling, yeah, I was there too And you know what they said? Well some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial After all this, won't you give me a smile?
