Lyrics Seattle - Public Image Ltd.

Seattle

Don’t like the look of this old town
What goes up must come down
Character is lost and found
On unfamiliar playing ground
CHORUS
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 familiar playing ground
The ordinary will ignore
Whatever they cannot explain
As if-nothing ever happened
And everything 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
Open your mouth now
Secret signs and knowing looks
These sunny days will cook the books
Happy to take the misery