Lyrics: Libertines, The. Albion.

down in Albion

they’re black and blue

but we don’t talk about that

are you from round here?

how do you do

I’d like to talk about that



talk over

gin in teacups and

leaves on the lawn

violence in bus stops

and pale thin girl with eyes forlorn



gin in teacups and

leaves on the lawn

violence in dole queue

and pale thin girl behind the checkout



but if you're looking for a cheap sort

glint with perspiration

there’s a four-mile queue outside the disused power station

now come away, wont you come away

we’ll go to Deptford, Digby, Tuebrook, anywhere

in Albion



yellowing classics and

canons at dawn

coffee wallows and pith helmets

and oh an English sun



but if you're looking for a cheap sort

that’s in false anticipation

it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station

ah come away, wont you come away

we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere

but if you're looking for a cheap sort

that’s in false anticipation

it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station

ah come away, wont you come away

we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere