G#m/F#      G#m/F          G#m/E                 G#m/Eb
City freeze, get on your knees pray for warmth and green paper

G#m/F#       G#m/F         G#m/E             G#m/Eb
city drought, your down and out, see your trousers dont taper

B             E           B                  Bbm    Eb
saddle up, kick your feet ride the range of london street.

B             E            B                 Bbm     Eb
Travel too, a local plane, turn around and come back again

            G#/F#         G#/F                       G#/E                            G#/Eb
and at the chime of a city clock, put up your road block hand on to your crown

    G#/F#           G#/F                       G#/E                            G#/Eb
for a stone in a tin can, is wealth to the city man who leaves him armor down

This was done on piano, I don't know how it will sound on guitar, etc... 
Note to Ultimate Team, this is a revision of the first I sent in.