Вершы: Libertines, The. Tomblands.

High register operational



In the land of the gauching skiving sun

There's bodies in the room, lad

Never an honest day's work is done

They call it the Tomblands (Welcome to 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

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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



No, they're never gonna get me, no

You're never gonna get me, no

You're never gonna get me, no

You're never gonna get me, no