East London's not a bomb site It is a treasure chest We use our penguin costumes More than our evening dress She said I should come over Though the music's not my type Don't you know I'd chop a limb off Just to have a good time
Chorus: Shut up and move with me, move with me Or get out of my face I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight away Shut up and stay with me, stay with me or, or let go of my hand The lasers fill our minds with empty plans I never knew I was a techno fan
This is not a weird weekend It's an angry wormhole I'm talking like a city boy And drinking with a northern soul She said I should com over Though there's carnage at times It still seems I'd chop a limb off Before I put up a fight
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We are the 1980s We are the detroit lights And I never wanna I never wanna see this stop I'm in debt to you So don't feed me plant food