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(Lyrics: McNamara P., Arr. Garcia R.)

This is one of our own compositions.  It shines a light on not only those using London to launder dirty money but also the unscrupulous professionals who make a handsome living from quietly assisting the process.

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Lyrics

From Mexico to Moscow, Bucharest to Rome
Racketeers across the world see London as their home
From Tallinn to Tblisi, Caracas to Lahore
The wrack of others’ ruin, washes on our shore

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No guilt, no shame, no questions, their salaries obscene
Pirates dressed in pinstripes, wash that money clean.

From Bond Street down to Georgetown, back to Kensal Rise, 
Booty turned to real estate before your very eyes
Stocks and shares and bitcoin, assets bought and sold
(Gotta) keep that money moving boys, ‘til the trail goes cold.

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Strips clubs and casinos, galleries, cafes
Brothels, pubs and nail bars - wherever cash gets paid
Mix dirty money in with good, ‘rinse’ the whole lot through
‘Smurf’ it into bank accounts, shazzam - it looks brand new

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Shell entities created, tax havens where they hide,
Camouflage who owns them, let no-one see inside
Lawyers build the structures, accountants cook the books,  
With P.R. teams to bully, anyone that looks

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So, splash the cash around now, on diamonds and on furs
Designer suits and limousines, gold toilets - his and hers
School fees for the children, make dynasties to last
So a nouveau riche of mobsters can join hoodlums from our past

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