The Libertines - Tomblands lyrics

High register operational in the land of the gauching sun, their bodies in the room, lad, never an honest days work is done, they call it the Tomblands (welcome to the tomblands) no, never gonna get me, never gonna get me, never gonna get me, fifteen holes in the dealers chest, yo ho ho, he was a mini martell man, ... pieces of eight in the jukebox- somethings I thought you should know, didn't wanna be the one to tell you, she was only fourteen, sussed out your dirty sordid little scene, no, never gonna get me, never gonna get me, never gonna get me.