Mind the Trap (Welcome to London)

[Part 1: The Sarcastic Postcard] Welcome to London. Ain't it grand? Palaces and parks, mate. Lovely cup of tea. Seven quid a pint. Smashing. Mind the gap. Please, mind the gap. [Part 2: The Concrete Reality] Mind the gap? Nah, mind the trap. Glass towers in The City. Suits making a killing. While the ends are freezing. (Vocoder Echo) Flash of steel in the alley. Red on the pavement. Blue lights flashing. (Full Vocoder) Welcome to the real town. Concrete. Sirens. Concrete. Silence. Don't wanna get stabbed mate. Silence. Silence. Silence. Mind the gap.. Mind the gap. Nah, mind the trap. Welcome to London. Ain't it grand? Palaces and parks, mate. Lovely cup of tea. [Part 3: The Anchor] But look at it. Raining again. Grey skies, grey streets. Where else you gonna go? Nowhere, mate. Nowhere. It's a mess. But it's our mess. Ain't leaving. But look at it. Raining again. Grey skies, grey streets. Where else you gonna go? Nowhere, mate. Nowhere. It's a mess. But it's our mess. Ain't leaving...