Grace Petrie - London's Burning lyrics

London's burning, London's burning
Fetch the engines, there's none left
London's burning, there's no learning here
It's just mindless,  pointless theft

And call them home, secretary
Call those children home
The police budget cut a little
Too close to the bone
And we will not tolerate behaviour
Of this violent sort
It's just not enough to cut
One summer holiday short

I'm none the wiser to what
Went through people's heads
As they donned their hoods and visors
And tore London town to shreds
And I'm called a sympathiser 'cause I
Have the cheek to ask
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their city in a mask?
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their city in a mask?

London's burning, London's burning
Call the coppers, there's none left
London's burning, we're not for turning here
It's just thuggery and theft

And call them home, secretary
Call those children home
The police budget cut a little
Too close to the bone
And we will not tolerate behaviour
Of this violent sort
It's just not enough to cut
One summer holiday short

I'm none the wiser to what
Went through people's heads
As they donned their hoods and visors
And tore London town to shreds
And I'm called a sympathiser when I
Have the cheek to ask
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their city in a mask?
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their city in a mask?

And I guess that Britain was broken
Long before Britain was broke
And I'm told there is no context
To a city lane in smoke
No politics to a youth devoid
Of empathy and hope
Am I only the one getting the joke?

I'm none the wiser to what
Went through people's heads
As they donned their hoods and visors
And tore London town to shreds
And I'm called a sympathiser 'cause I
Have the cheek to ask
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their cities in a mask?
What makes girls and boys decide to
Burn their cities in a mask?