The streets of the city Are closing in It's getting so hot It's blistering my skin Fires are burning Out of control Some day soon This place is gonna go 4-3-2-1 - Countdown More cops on the street Every day Somewhere in the distance The sirens wail Night time falling On London again And everybody's wondering Where it's gonna end 4-3-2-1 - Countdown The clocks are broken They're burnt in the flame But you can't stop the tide Of an attitude of change So long have we waited To be caught in this trap When the hands start moving There'll be no turning back 4-3-2-1 - Countdown