(Allan Dias/Duane Edmonds/John Lydon/John McGeoch/Bruce Smith)
Don't like the look of this old town What goes up must come down Character is lost and found On unfamiliar playing ground
Shoeboxed around the rifle range Have all your functions rearranged Your mind and body gagged and bound On a new familiar playing ground Whatever they cannot explain As if-nothing ever happened And everything remained the same again
Get up, get out, get out of my world
Secret signs and knowing looks These sunny days will cook the books This mortal life can bring to me
Don't like the looks of this ole town What goes up must come down Character is lost and found On unfamiliar playing ground
What in, get out, get out, get out of my world Palaces, barricades, threats meet promises ---------------------------------------------------- More from Public Image Limited