Sometimes you've got to get away 
If I had a car I'd drive it 
To a place where they don't know my face 
Change my clothes, my shoes, my hair and my name 
But I'll stay next to you 
Not sure what happens when we get there
We're just in love with going somewhere 
And it's easy to grab fifteen seconds of fame 
But the last nine or ten get so hard to sustain
I'll stay next to you 
So long to princess mourners 
Farewell you fuel protesters 
And future generations will not appreciate your
miniscule improvements to the living standards index 
that you earned at the expense of all their lives and 
all their children
Oh, we're not getting any younger 
No, it's not getting any better
And if life's like a road full of hazards and bends why 
do we act surprised when it comes to an end 
I'll stay next to you
So we leave the car and take the train and set off in 
the pouring rain 
Travel light, standard class 
Half the legroom, twice as fast 
Look at the world that flashes by 
The countryside, the power lines that seem to race 
along with you
Well it's near the end of the school day so I send a 
text back home to say 
Sorry mum and dad and bro, I couldn't stay, I had to go 
To London with someone
Before I come undone
Cos where I'm from's a humdrum town and I don't want to 
die 
We're gonna work our way into the centre of the crowd
And I for one will be appalled if I'm not shocked at 
what's allowed 
Disculture, so jammin'
No need to examine no magazine or tv screen to know 
what's going on