Words and music by roddy frame
The sun dying on a dusty room,
Tv lying to me through the gloom,
Even remote control can't change this mood,
Get outta london while the getting's good,
Get outta london while i know i could,
Get outta london.
Train's come just ride and believe,
The engine running's all the music i need,
I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed,
Get outta london and you shall be free,
Get outta london and it's guaranteed,
Get outta 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 pave with sick schemes,
The river's running like a snake through a dream,
The politicians gaze across its slime,
I need another way to waste my time,
Get outta london, get outta london.
I saw the spectre of charity,
And he didn't seem brotherly,
Popping up what should be blown away.
A brotherhood of man in disarray,
I got hit by the dreamers disease,
Where your big ideas,
Don't make connection with your buckling knees,
And saw the greed and agreed that it s**ed,
But they said, "don't laugh at money cos it's bad luck"
Get outta london, get outta london.