Leaving London

Nothing good can come from leaving

Everything once cast off I'm retrieving

Just to find I'm a born retriever

Golden to the core, silver pulleys and levers

Sore Barn Burners, don't judge us

I'd sooner just leave the crust

The (painted?) pig wants to count our bless-yous

Could you count them and clean them, honey

Save yourself, strut your stuff

Cut the color commentary, trust your stats, man

Fishing for compliments and this is what I catch

Fuck, I'm never setting foot there again, no

Nothing good can come from leaving London

(Nothing good can come from leaving London)

Nothing good can come from leaving London

(Nothing good can come from leaving London)

Nothing good can come from leaving London

(Nothing good can come from leaving London)

Nothing good can come from leaving London

(Nothing good can come from leaving London)

Nothing good can come from leaving London

(Nothing)

Undone