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Get Out of London
Intaferon Lyrics


Hold tight
Monday morning, wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell, says it's half past eight
Keys on the TV, hey I'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping all the lines
So the bears don't eat me, send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus, but the bus don't stop
My feet are sitting downstairs, my head on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebody's tellin' me to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

My feets keep movin' and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin'
Left my house, now I hang out in a phone box
Making coffins out of bits of old wood
Sell 'em cheap to the council though I know it's not good
To be a traitor, collaborator
Still, I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter
Commit my crime now, pay my penalty later
Okay, all right, I know I'm doin' wrong
But save it 'til tomorrow I got to g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

Last night I lost my purity, it started with a kiss
I settled in to revel in a night of bedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage but my liner just sank
They call me Jack of Hearts, some would say a knave
My mother was the Queen of Tarts, my baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction
I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face so my race is run
My car is on fire got to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

Don't wear a suit, don't wear a smile
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on my gun, I keep my eye on my mines
I keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines
Chain gang chasin' me, but I'm quick as a fox
An' I rock my body to the sound of the box

The louder you scream, the faster we go

It's an ack-ack battery, a boom-boom-boom
Helter Skelter flattery coming down soon
Pay packet, jug drug, babies buying fun
Purdie's on speed I got to g-g-g-g-get out of London

Run, don't walk, keep as straight as a crow
I'm waiting for my treasure at the Admiral Benbow
Blues in my pockets, reds in my bed
The weights are building bodies and the blacks are pumping lead

A face in a photo, the beauty is bare
Tears on her cheek, she's living in a nightmare
Turn the page to a brand new leaf
Resolute swagger loot time to be a thief
Go to task, wear a mask, four ponies a ton
Keep out of Sing Sing, got to g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

Everybody in the land turn into a sugar-tooth
Beg like a puppy dog, brains like a hedgehog
Gimme ten P, and I'll tell you the truth
Sell you a wonder drug, elixir of youth
Threw a party for my friends so they wouldn't be lonely
They wouldn't let me in, said it's membership only
Ah, don't worry bout me 'cause I'm doin' fine
I'm standin' on my head and sittin' on a gold mine
Keep taking nitro three times a day
Keep out of the crossfire and g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

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Blue

Hold tight

Monday morning, wake up yawning
Break a leg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell, says it's half past eight
Keys on the TV, hey I'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping all the lines
So the bears don't eat me, send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus, but the bus don't stop
My feet are sitting downstairs, my head on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebody's tellin' me to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

My feet keep movin' and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin'
Left my house, now I hang out in a phone box
Making coffins out of bits of old wood
Sell 'em cheap to the council though I know it's not good
To be a traitor, collaborator
Said I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter
Commit my crime now, pay my penalty later
Okay, all right, I know I'm doin' wrong
But save it 'til tomorrow I got to g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London

Last night I lost my purity, it started with a kiss
I settled in to revel in a night of bedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage but my liner just sank
They call me Jack of Hearts, some would say a knave
My mother was the Queen of Tarts, her baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction
I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face so my race is run
My car is on fire I got to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London
Don't wear a suit, don't wear a smile
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on the gun, I keep my eye on my mines
I keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines
Chain gang chasin' , now I'm quick as a fox
An' I rock my body to the sound of the box

The louder you scream, the faster we go

It's an ack-ack battery, a boom-boom-boom
Helter Skelter flattery coming down soon
Pay packet, jug drug, babies buying fun
Purdie's on speed I got to g-g-g-g-get out of London

Run, don't walk, keep as straight as a crow
I'm waiting for a treasure at the Admiral Benbow
Blues in my pockets, Reds in my bed
The weights are building bodies and their backs are pumping lead

A face in a photo, the beauty is bare
Tears on her cheek, she's living in a nightmare
Turn the page to a brand new leaf
Resolute swagger loot time to be a thief
Go to task, wear a mask, four ponies a ton
Keep out of Sing Sing, got to g-g-g-g-g-get out of London
Everybody in the land turn into a sugar-tooth
Beg like a puppy dog, brains like a hedgehog
Gimme ten P, and I'll tell you the truth
Sell you a wonder drug, elixir of youth
Threw a party for my friends so they wouldn't be lonely
They wouldn't let me in, said it's membership only
Ah, don't worry bout me 'cause I'm doin' fine
I'm standin' on my head and sittin' on a gold mine
Keep taking nitro three times a day
Keep out of the crossfire and g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London



All comments from YouTube:

SteveSputnik

One of the biggest musical travesties of the 1980s was that this wasn't an ultra-hit... I used to play it all the time on my radio show - both mixes!! Nothing less than fucking spectacular!

A. B

Absolutely. Used to play the 12" at the Roller Disco, back in my '80s (very) amateur DJ days...

rex racer

Thanks WLIR for playing great stuff like this !!

Stuart Vallantine

The railway station is the long demolished Broad Street station, which was next to Liverpool Street station. It closed in 1986 with services moving to its neighbouring station. The Broadgate development stands on the site of Broad Street railway station.

Mr Sarcastic

The lyrics in this song are some of the best you'll ever hear. đŸŽŒDon't be a traitorđŸŽ¶ collaborator rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter.🎙

John Ylitalo

That was the coolest song. It was in "The Wild Thornberrys Movie" where Eliza & Darwin escapes from boarding school to go back to Africa to find Telly.

Alex J. Jones

Yeah and Chrissie Hynde from the Pretenders sang it

Ian Fryer

I loved this song. First heard it on the Max Headroom video show but by then it was out of the shops. Found it years later in a charity shop. John Peel also played it - I used to have an audio tape of that show. He likened it to Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues.

David Cooper

Brilliant single, heard it when it was released on radio 1 & bought the 12" (intercontinentalballisticmix) still have it ! Never knew there was a video for it though. They wouldn't let me in, they said, MEMBERSHIP ONLY.

Stephen Spark

Same here. Used to play it a lot at my parties in south London, but I was the only one who could keep up with the beat. Don't think I could manage it now - dancing to tracks like this in my 20s is probably why I'm falling apart 40 years later!

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