The tables covered in beer

Showbizwhines, minute detail

Its a hand on the shoulder in Leicester Square

Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of

White frocked girls and music teachers

The beds too clean

The waters poison for the system

Then you know in your brain

LEAVE THE CAPITOL!

EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!

Then you know you must leave the capitol

Straight home (x3)

One room, one room

Then you know in your brain

You know in your brain

LEAVE THE CAPITOL!

EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!

Then you know you must leave the capitol

Straight home (x3)

Then you know in your brain

You know in your brain

Leave The Capitol!

Then you know you must leave the capitol

It will not drag me down

I will leave this ten times town

I will leave this fucking dump

One room, one room

Hotel maids smile in unison

Then you know in your brain

You know in your brain

LEAVE THE CAPITOL

EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL

Then you know you must leave the capitol

I laughed at the great God Pan

I didnae, I didnae

I laughed at the great god Pan

I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae

LEAVE THE CAPTIOL

EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL

Then you know you must leave the capitol

Pan resides in welsh green masquerades

On welsh cat caravans

But the monty

Hides in curtains

Grey blackish cream

All the paintings you recall

All the side stepped cars

All the brutish laughs

From the flat and the wild dog downstairs