Letra Look, Ma! Top Of The World! de Miss Black America original

The city that lies about not sleeping
It reels you in and eats you whole
The pit of carkoon with buildings
Our demise will be painful and slow

Here's not looking at you, kid
We're too stressed out
Here's not looking at you, kid

London life results in a poisoned mind
Lingering, cancerous death of the soul
I will throw myself into the water
Consider it euthanasia

Here's not looking at you, kid
We're all washed out
Here's not looking at you

Look, Ma!
Your son has failed
He's throwing himself
From the top of the world

Sat shaking in a stinking flat
With my life on hold and my head in my hands
Thinking, how will I fulfill my dream
If no-one ever snaps out of this waking sleep?
And I fooled myself into thinking I could be something if I
Left my happy home
And now I spend all my days puking

And la-la-la-la-la-la
London loves no-one
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
London doesn't feel a thing