Из альбома: Vanilla Swingers
Sometimes you've got to get away
If I had a car I'd drive it
To a place where they don't know my face
Change my clothes, my shoes, my hair and my name
But I'll stay next to you
Not sure what happens when we get there
We're just in love with going somewhere
And it's easy to grab fifteen seconds of fame
But the last nine or ten get so hard to sustain
I'll stay next to you
So long to princess mourners
Farewell you fuel protesters
And future generations will not appreciate your miniscule improvements to the living standards index that you earned at the expense of all their lives and all their children
Oh, we're not getting any younger
No, it's not getting any better
And if life's like a road full of hazards and bends why do we act surprised when it comes to an end
I'll stay next to you
So we leave the car and take the train and set off in the pouring rain
Travel light, standard class
Half the legroom, twice as fast
Look at the world that flashes by
The countryside, the power lines that seem to race along with you
Well it's near the end of the school day so I send a text back home to say
Sorry mum and dad and bro, I couldn't stay, I had to go
To London with someone
Before I come undone
'Cause where I'm from's a humdrum town and I don't want to die
We're gonna work our way into the centre of the crowd
And I for one will be appalled if I'm not shocked at what's allowed
Disculture, so jammin'
No need to examine no magazine or tv screen to know what's going on