Lyrics:

The sun dying on a dusty room
TV lying to me through the gloom
Even remote control can't change this mood
Get outta London while the getting's good
Get outta London while I know I could
Get outta London

Train's coming, just ride and believe
The engine running's all the music I need
I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed
Get outta London and you shall be free
Get outta London and it's guaranteed
Get outta London

I walked the avenue of dumb signs
Meant nothing and it felt fine
Then I remembered what was really mine
A silver shiver running down my spine
Down where the streets are paved with sick schemes
The river's running like a snake through a dream
The politicians gaze across its slime
I need another way to waste my time
Get outta London, get outta London

Saw the spectre of charity
And he didn't seem too brotherly
Propping up what should be blown away
A brotherhood of man in disarray
I got hit by the dreamer's disease
Whereby your big ideas
Don't make connection with your buckling knees
And saw the greed and we agreed that it sucked
But they said, 'Don't laugh at money 'cause it's bad, bad luck'
Get outta London, get outta London
Get outta London, get outta London

Get out, get out, get out, get out (Get outta London)
Get out, get out, get out, get out (Get outta London)
Get out, get out, get out, get out (Get outta London)
Get out, get out, get out, get out (Get outta London)
Get out, get out, get out, get out (Get outta London)
Get outta London