Lyrics:
Libertines Tomblands

register operational In the land of the gouging skiving sun Their bodies in the room, lad Never an honest day's work is done They call it the Tomblands

gauching skiving sun There's bodies in the room, lad Never an honest day's work is done They call it the Tomblands (Welcome to the Tomblands)

register operational In the land of the gauching skiving sun Their bodies are in the room, lad Never an honest days work is done They call it the Tomblands

register operational In the land of the gauching skiving sun Their bodies are in the room, lad Never an honest days work is done They call it the Tomblands