Song lyrics Tomblands by The Libertines

High register operational

In the land of the gauching skiving sun
Their bodies in the room, lad
Never an honest days work is done
They call it the Tomblands (welcome to the Tomblands)

No, 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
Social unrest
Pieces of eight in the jukebox - some things I thought you
should know
didn't wanna be the one to tell you
She was only fourteen
Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene
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No, never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no