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 waters poison for the system
Then you know in your brain
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Then you know in your brain
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Then you know in your brain
Then you know you must leave the capitol
I will leave this ten times town
I will leave this fucking dump
Hotel maids smile in unison
Then you know in your brain
Then you know you must leave the capitol
I laughed at the great God Pan
I laughed at the great god Pan
I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
All the paintings you recall
All the side stepped cars
From the flat and the wild dog downstairs