The Libertines Tomblands song lyrics

High register operational

In the land of the gouging skiving sun

Their bodies in the room, lad

Never an honest day's work is done

They call it the Tomblands

This times of the year you

(Know)

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

Some of those are pitching up the rest

Pieces of eight in the jukebox

Didn't wanna be the one to tell you

She was only fourteen

Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene

No, never gonna get me no

They never gonna get me no

They never gonna get me no

They'll never gonna get me no