The Libertines - Tomblands lyrics

High register operational

In the land of the gauching skiving sun

Their bodies in the room, lad

Never an honest days work is done

They call it the Tomblands (welcome to the Tomblands)

No, 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 - some things I thought you

should know

didn't wanna be the one to tell you

She was only fourteen

Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene

No, never gonna get me no

Never gonna get me no

Never gonna get me no