You come to place your bags of hate
On bus and train, you made us late
Yet we’ll be back again tomorrow
We’ll carry on despite our sorrow
Your bags of hate caused some to die
Yet we stride out strong with heads held high
You’ll never win, we will not bow.
This London which we love with pride
Is a town where scum like you can’t hide
Don’t worry we will hunt you down.
Then Lock you up in name of the Crown.
We’re London and we’re many races,
Just look you’ll see our stoic faces.
We all condemn your heinous act
You will not win and that’s a fact.
We’ll mourn our dead and shed a tear,
But we will not bow to acts of fear.
You’re out there somewhere all alone,
There’s nowhere now you can call home.
Olympics ours, we’ve won the race.
Your timing then, a real disgrace.
Our strength you’ll find remains unbowed.
We’re London and we’re very proud.