Interpret:

Blur

Album:

The Magic Whip

What do you got?
Mass-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, uh oh
Crossing on the guillotine


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


So get yourself up, get a pass glitch on your way
It's nothing to be ashamed of
Taking off again
The 5:14 to East Grinstead
(You've set me off)
And we go up up up up
Coursing on our greatest night
And talking types will let us down again
Talk, talk on your arse all night


You wanna go 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


And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift


Going down to Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street