at the chime of a city clock

A city freeze, get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought, you're down and out
See your trousers don't taper

Saddle up, kick your feet
Ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane
Turn around and come back again

And at the chime of a city clock
Put up your roadblock
Hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armor down

Stay indoors, beneath the floors
Talk with neighbors only
The games you play make people say
You're either weird or lonely

A city star won't shine too far
On account of the way you are
And the beads around your face
Make you sure to fit back in place