Get out of the City - G.B.H.

Get out of the city it’s falling apart

It’s got a stake right through it’s heart

They’re queuing for food in huddled drones

But it’s safe in the larders of those on thrones

So… Get out of the city, out of the city

Get out of the city today

Get out of the city

Out of the city today… Now

Get out of the city as the sirens squeal

High-rise living has lost it’s appeal

The bailiffs giggle and snip with glee

As they cut off gas and electricity

Get out of the city, find a new home

Undernourished kids are getting chilled to the bone

The country air is fresh and clean

But I’m drowning in a sea of tranquillity