Get Out of London

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The Pretenders are an English-American rock band formed in Hereford, England in March 1978. The original band comprised initiator and main songwriter Chrissie Hynde (lead vocals, rhythm guitar), James Honeyman-Scott (lead guitar, backing vocals, keyboards), Pete Farndon (bass guitar, backing vocals), and Martin Chambers (drums, backing vocals, percussion). The band has experienced drug-related deaths of the members, and numerous subsequent personnel changes have taken place over the years, with Hynde and Chambers as the remaining original members. more »

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Hold tight
Monday morning, wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning

Ring on the bell
Says it's half past eight
Kees on the TV, hey, I'm gonna be late

I'm walking on the pavement
Skipping on the lines
So the bears won't eat me
Send me to the salt mines
Get on the bus
But the bus don't start

My feet are sitting down
My head on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebody's telling me to g-g-g-g-get out of London

My feets keep moving and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-linging

I left my house, now I hang out in a phone box
Making coffins out of bits of old wood

Sell 'em cheap to the council
Though I know it's no good to be a traitor, collaborator
Still I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter

Commit my crime now
Pay my penalty later
Okay, all right, I know I'm doing wrong
But save it till tomorrow
I got to g-g-g-g-get out of London

Last night, I lost my purity
It started with a kiss
I settled in to revel in a night of wedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage but my liner just sank

They call me jack of hearts
Some would say a knave
My mother was the queen of tarts
My baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction

I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face so my race is run
My car is on fire
I got to get out of London

Oh, I don't wear a suit, I don't wear a smile
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on my nine, keep my eye on my mind
Keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines

Chain Gang chasin' me but I'm quick as a fox
And I rock my body to the sound of the box
The louder you scream, the faster we go

It's an ack ack battery, a boom-boom-boom
Helter Skelter flattery coming down soon
Pay packet, jug thug, babies buying fun
I'm down on my knees, I got to g-g-g-g-get out of London

Run don't walk
Keep as straight as a crow
I'm waiting for my treasure at the Admiral Benbow
Blues in my pockets, Reds in my bed
The weights are building bodies and the blacks are pumping lead

A face in a photo, the beauty is bare
Tears on her cheek, she's living in a nightmare
Turn the page to a brand new leaf
Resolute swagger loot time to be a thief
Go to task wear a mask four ponies a ton
Keep out of Sing Sing, got to g-g-g-g-get out of London

Everybody in the land turn into a sugartooth
Beg like a puppy dog, brains like a hedgehog
Gimme ten P, and I'll tell you the truth
Sell you a wonder drug, elixir of youth
Threw a party for my friends so they wouldn't be lonely
They wouldn't let me in, said it's membership only

Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I'm doin fine
I'm standin' on my head and sittin on a gold mine
Keep taking the nitro three times a day
Keep out of the crossfire and g-g-g-g-get out of London

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