Žodžiai dainai: Blur. Get Out Of The Cities.

I got the licence
I got dirty knees
I've been swinging in trees
A paid up member
I've been eating fleas
Running naked in the breeze

Catatonia itch
Catalonia stitch
Oh, I've been running for miles
I start to tingle from my head to my toes
Oh, tomorrow it's a taint on the nose
Hetty hetty hetty hetty oh it?s a taint on the nose

CHORUS:
Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah (x3)
Get out of cities and return to the trees

She's in a sort of
A capital freeze
'Cos the petrol's done a whole lot for me

Catatonia itch
Catalonia stitch
Pray tomorrow is it-chy itchy itch
Go to yourself on your map

REPEAT CHORUS (x3)