Paroles de 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