The Libertines - Albion 2 lyrics

Down in albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups and Leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn Gin in teacups and Leaves on the lawn Violence in dole queue And the pale thin girl behind the checkout But if you're looking for a cheap sort Glint with perspiration There's a four-mile queue outside the disused power station Now come away, wont you come away We'll go to deptford, digby, tuebrook, anywhere In albion Yellowing cla**ics and Canons at dawn Coffee wallows and pith helmets And oh an english sun But if you're looking for a cheap sort That's in false anticipation It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station Ah come away, wont you come away We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere But if you're looking for a cheap sort That's in false anticipation It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station Ah come away, wont you come away We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere