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What have you got? Mass produced in somewhere hot You'll have to go on the Underground To get things done here (And then you have...) if you need a yellow duck The service's done This is a place to come to, or, well, it was Another hot spot - oh oh Crossing on the guillotine And if you have nobody left to rely on I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift It's got to be that time again And June, June will be over soon again So get yourself up, get a pass glitch on your way It's nothing to be ashamed of Taking off again The 5:14 to East Grinstead (You've sent me off...) and we go up up up up Coursing on our greatest night And talking types will let us down again Talk, talk on your arse all night (you wanna be there) Step inside the tarmac ride SongtexteTo the land that crime forgot Oh, just don't go there Cracks inside the tarmac ride To the land that crime forgot, oh no And if you have nobody left to rely on I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift Going down to Lonesome Street Going down to Lonesome Street Lonesome Street Going down to Lonesome Street Lonesome Street Going down to Lonesome Street Aus Songtexte Mania