Sometimes you've got to get awaynIf I had a car I'd drive itnTo a place where they don't know my facenChange my clothes, my shoes, my hair and my namenBut I'll stay next to younNot sure what happens when we get therenWe're just in love with going somewherenAnd it's easy to grab fifteen seconds of famenBut the last nine or ten get so hard to sustainnI'll stay next to younSo long to princess mournersnFarewell you fuel protestersnAnd future generations will not appreciate your miniscule improvements to the living standards index that you earned at the expense of all their lives and all their childrennOh, we're not getting any youngernNo, it's not getting any betternAnd if life's like a road full of hazards and bends why do we act surprised when it comes to an endnI'll stay next to younSo we leave the car and take the train and set off in the pouring rainnTravel light, standard classnHalf the legroom, twice as fastnLook at the world that flashes bynThe countryside, the power lines that seem to race along with younWell it's near the end of the school day so I send a text back home to saynSorry mum and dad and bro, I couldn't stay, I had to gonTo London with someonenBefore I come undonen'Cause where I'm from's a humdrum town and I don't want to dienWe're gonna work our way into the centre of the crowdnAnd I for one will be appalled if I'm not shocked at what's allowednDisculture, so jammin'nNo need to examine no magazine or tv screen to know what's going on