Allan Dias/Duane Edmonds/John Lydon/John McGeoch/Bruce Smith)
Don't like the look of this old town What goes up must come down Character is lost and found On unfamiliar playing ground
CHORUS Get out of my world What in the world
Shoeboxed around the rifle range Have all your functions rearranged Your mind and body gagged and bound On a new familiar playing ground The ordinary will ignore Whatever they cannot explain As if-nothing ever happened And everything remained the same again
What in the world What in the world What in the world Get out of my world Get out of my world Get out of my world Get up, get out, get out of my world Open your mouth now
Secret signs and knowing looks These sunny days will cook the books Happy to take the misery This mortal life can bring to me
Don't like the looks of this ole town What goes up must come down Character is lost and found On unfamiliar playing ground
What in the world What in the world What in the world What in, get out, get out, get out of my world What in the world Palaces, barricades, threats meet promises ------------------------------------------------