Libertines - Tomblands lyrics

High register operational In the land of the gauching skiving sun Their bodies are in the room, lad Never an honest days work is done They call it the Tomblands No, they're 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 Didn't want to 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 now