Lyrics:
High register operationalIn the land of the gauching skiving sunTheir bodies in the room, ladNever an honest days work is doneThey call it the Tomblands (welcome to the Tomblands)No, never gonna get me noNever gonna get me noNever gonna get me nofifteen holes in the dealer's chestYo ho ho, he was a mini martell man. . .Pieces of eight in the jukebox - some things I thought youshould knowdidn't wanna be the one to tell youShe was only fourteenSussed out your dirty sordid little sceneNo, never gonna get me noNever gonna get me noNever gonna get me no