Oh, where I come from
I just don't conform
Get me out of here.
Leave the boredom behind
Wanna see the bright lights
Get this thing in gear, yeah.
You put your boots on
You put your boots on
And all the boys and girls sing:
Straight out of west London
Just like a loaded gun
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us
At the strip tonight
Your eyes are burning so bright
Can't you feel the bloodrush baby?
Tied up too tight
Tell me can you feel it
Feel the city breathing
Feel its beating heart
No superstition
Just cold ambition
It's time to make our mark
You put your boots on
You put your boots on
And all the boys and girls sing:
Straight out of west London
Just like a loaded gun
The cognoscenti don't like us
Don't like us
At the strip tonight
Your eyes are burning so bright
Can't you feel the bloodrush baby?
Tied up too tight
Yeah, say something
You put your boots on
You gotta move on
And all the boys and girls sing:
Straight out of west London
Just like a loaded gun
The cognoscenti they don't like us
Don't like us, no they don't
At the strip tonight
Your eyes are burning so bright
Can't you feel the bloodrush baby?
Tied up too tight

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