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[Verse]
In the shadow of the Thames we walk
Dressed to the nines the city talks
No rough and tumble not a sound
We’re the gents who run this town
[Verse 2]
In three-piece suits we take the night
With polished shoes glittering bright
Our orders come with satin gloves
In London’s streets respect is love
[Chorus]
Velvet kings with iron fists
In London fog we twist and drift
With a nod we rule the scene
Silent deals and duties clean
[Verse 3]
A touch of class no need for scars
From posh cafes to smoky bars
We sip on gin with subtle flair
In London’s pulse we're always there
[Bridge]
We climb the ranks without a hitch
With charm and wit we've coined our pitch
In every alley every square
Gentlemen's code beyond compare
[Verse 4]
No garish threats just quiet might
Our rules are simple follow right
We guard the crown without a sound
In London’s underworld we’re crowned