原文歌詞
EN翻訳はまだありません。原文を表示しています。
White trim, big bling, bass bin
Pounding thru suburban hell
All the curtains twitch
(Nothing ever seems to change round here)
Pub shut, half cut, kebab hut
Heaving with a clientele of legless wit
(Everything is still the same round here)
And it's always good seeing old friends
But I don't miss this place one bit
Chorus:
(Oohs)
There's nothing to do
You either get pissed up or you move
It's hard to believe
But you don't see it till you leave
Until you leave
Same slang, kid gangs still hang out
Around the late night Spar, like we used to do
(Nothing ever seems to change round here)
School night, fistfight, Diamond White trying out the fake ID, sweating in the queue
(Everyone wants to escape round here)
And everything runs like clockwork and all hangs out when You stop work
Repeat Chorus:
(Oohs)
There's nothing to do
You either get pissed up or you move
It's hard to believe
But you don't see it till you leave
Until you leave
Until you leave
Until you leave
