look at them   there standing on the corner   look at them   they're never lonely   look at them   they're feeling like braveheart   look at them   they're gonna tear someone apart   look at them   they listen to their gangsta rap   look at them   they're caught in a ghetto trap   look at them   all that glitters is gold now   look at them   they're turning into foes now      moaning and boring   shouting out a warning   out the dark they come   with their posse yes yalling      london born...      look at them   they two sugar lump it   look at them   they blow their own trumpet   look at them   they're souring my taste   look at them   they're slowing my pace   look at them   they're always on the take now   look at them   they're always so fake now   look at them   they're afraid of failure   look at them   waiting for their saviour