Seattle - Public Image Ltd.

Don’t like the look of this old town

What goes up must come down

Character is lost and found

On unfamiliar playing ground

CHORUS

Get out of my world

What in the world

Shoeboxed around the rifle range

Have all your functions rearranged

Your mind and body gagged and bound

On a new familiar playing ground

The ordinary will ignore

Whatever they cannot explain

As if-nothing ever happened

And everything remained the same again

What in the world

What in the world

What in the world

Get out of my world

Get out of my world

Get out of my world

Get up, get out, get out of my world

Open your mouth now

Secret signs and knowing looks

These sunny days will cook the books

Happy to take the misery