The Libertines - Tomblands
I register operational
In the land of the gauching skiving sun
Their bodies are in the room, lad
Never an honest days work is done
They call it the Tomblands
No, THEY"RE never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Fifteen holes in the dealer"s chest
Yo ho ho, he was a mini martell man
Pieces of eight in the jukebox
Didn"t wanna be the one to tell you
She was only fourteen
Sussed out your dirty sorded little scene
No, never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
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