[Verse 1: Damon Albarn]
What do you got?
Ma** produced in somewhere hot
You'll have to go on the Underground
To get things done here
(And then you have to see)
If you need a yellow duck, service done
This is a place to come to, or, well, it was
Another hot spot, oh, oh
Crossing on the guillotine
[Chorus: Damon Albarn]
And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift
It's got to be that time again
And June, June will be over soon again
[Verse 2: Damon Albarn]
So get yourself up, get a pa** glitch on your way
It's nothing to be ashamed of
Taking off again
The 5:14 to East Grinstead
You've sent me off
And we go up, up, up, up, up
Coursing on our greatest night
And talking types will let us down
Talk, talk on your arse all night
[Verse 3: Graham Coxon]
You wanna be there
Step inside the tarmac ride
To the land that crime forgot
Oh, just don't go there
Cracks inside the tarmac ride
To the land that crime forgot, oh no
[Chorus: Damon Albarn]
And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift
[Verse 4: Damon Albarn]
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh-ooh