The King Blues - Getting Out Of Here lyrics

From the high rise tower blocks Where kids sit outside corner shops They're dressed to k** in stilettos While they eat their Cornetto's And while I'm gone please save the youth Shout it out, don't hide the truth 'Cause Thatcher's kids and Blair's teenagers They see themselves as total strangers So I sit up here all alone 'Cause I'd rather be on my own Then running 'round with them idiots down there So goodbye Piccadilly And farewell Leicester Square We've shared some special times Now I'm getting out of here Did you live out all your lifelong dreams With custard creams by the coffee machines? Or were there thoughts of "I don't want to be here" Made worse by the weekends beer?