Get Outta London

The sun dying on a dusty room
TV lying to me through the gloom
Even remote control can't change this mood
Get out of London while the getting's good
Get out of London while I know I could
Get out of London

Train's coming, just riding through me
The engine running's all the music I need
I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed
Get out of London and you shall be free
Get out of London and it's guaranteed
Get out of London

I walked the avenue of dumb signs
Meant nothing and it felt fine
Then I remembered what was really mine
A silver shiver running down my spine
Down where the streets are paved with sick schemes
The river's running like a snake through a dream
The politician's gazing crisis-sly
I need another way to waste my time
Get out of London
Get out of London

Saw the spectre of charity
And it didn't seem too brotherly
Propping up what should be blown away
A brotherhood of man in disarray
I got hit by the dreamers' disease
Whereby your big ideas don't make connections with your buckling knees
And solid greed and we agreed that it sucked
But they said, don't laugh at money, cop
It's bad, bad luck
Get out of London

Get out of London

Get out of London
Get out of London

Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out of London