John Lydon - Seattle lyrics

rate me

Don't like the look of this old town

What goes up must come down

Character

is lost and found

On unfamilliar playing ground

Get out of my

world

What in the world

Shoeboxed around the rifle range

Have all

your functions rearranged

Your mind and body gagged and bound

On a new

familliar playing ground

The ordinary will ignore

Whatever they cannot

explain

As if - nothing ever happened

And evreything remained the same

again

What in the world

What in the world

What in the world

Get

out of my world

Get out of my world

Get out of my world

Get up, get

out, get out of my world

Get up, get out, get out of my world

Get up, get

out, get out of my world

Get up, get out, get out of my world

Get up, get

out, get out of my world

Get up, get out, get out of my world

Get up, get

out, get out of my world

Get up, get out, get out of my world

Open yopur

mouth now

Secret signs and knowing looks

These sunny days will cook

the books

Happy to take the misery

This mortal life can bring to

me

Don't like the look of this town

What goes up must come

down

Character is lost and found on unfamilliar playing ground

What

in the world

What in the world

What in the world

What in, get out, get

out, get out of my world

What in the world

Palaces, palaces, barricades,

barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises

Palaces, palaces,

barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet

promises

Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet

promises, meet promises

Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats,

threats, meet promises, meet promises

Palaces, palaces, barricades,

barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet promises

Palaces, palaces,

barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet promises, meet

promises

Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats, threats, meet

promises, meet promises

Palaces, palaces, barricades, barricades, threats,

threats, meet promises, meet promises