An analogy ...
Lyrics excerpt ...
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Hold tight
Monday morning, wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell, says it's half-past eight
Keys on the TV, hey, I'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement, skipping all the lines
So the bears don't eat me, send me to the salt mines
Get on the bus, but the bus don't stop
My feet are sitting downstairs, my head on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebody's tellin' me to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London
My feets keep movin', and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin'
Left my house, now I hang out in a phone box
Making coffins out of bits of old wood
Sell 'em cheap to the council, though I know it's not good
To be a traitor, collaborator
Still, I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter
Commit my crime now, pay my penalty later
Okay, all right, I know I'm doin' wrong
But save it till tomorrow I got to g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London
Last night I lost my purity, it started with a kiss
I settled in to revel in a night of bedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage, but my liner just sank
They call me Jack of Hearts, some would say a knave
My mother was the Queen of Tarts, my baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction
I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face, so my race is run
My car is on fire, got to g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get out of London
Don't wear a suit, don't wear a smile
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on my gun, I keep my eye on my mines
I keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines
Chain gang chasin' me, but I'm quick as a fox
An' I rock my body to the sound of the box
The louder you scream, the faster we go
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