Lyrics Tomblands - The Libertines

Tomblands

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