Lyrics:

The tables covered in beer Showbizwhines, minute detail Its a hand on the shoulder in Leicester Square Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of White frocked girls and music teachers The beds too clean The waters poison for the system Then you know in your brain LEAVE THE CAPITOL! EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL! Then you know you must leave the capitol Straight home (x3) One room, one room Then you know in your brain You know in your brain LEAVE THE CAPITOL! EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL! Then you know you must leave the capitol Straight home (x3) Then you know in your brain You know in your brain Leave The Capitol! Then you know you must leave the capitol It will not drag me down I will leave this ten times town I will leave this fucking dump One room, one room Hotel maids smile in unison Then you know in your brain You know in your brain LEAVE THE CAPITOL EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL Then you know you must leave the capitol I laughed at the great God Pan I didnae, I didnae I laughed at the great god Pan I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae LEAVE THE CAPTIOL EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL Then you know you must leave the capitol Pan resides in welsh green masquerades On welsh cat caravans But the monty Hides in curtains Grey blackish cream All the paintings you recall All the side stepped cars All the brutish laughs From the flat and the wild dog downstairs