The Sun of London Town

The sun, it used to shine,
On our old London town,
Before the Masters made it theirs,
and the bats did drag it down.

B'Neath we longed for warmth,
For light to bless our skin,
We built ourselves a brand new sun,
And cast off mortal sin.

The sun, she now shines in London again,
In our new Albion,
The empress reigns upon a throne,
As time marches ever on.

The hours we mine,
The minutes we refine,
Just to feel the sun,
the sun, the sun, the sun...