White trim, big bling, bass bin
pounding thru suburban hell
All the curtains twitch
(Nothing ever seems to change round here)
Pub shut, half cut, kebab hut
heaving with a clientele of legless wit
(Everything is still the same round here)

And it's always good seeing old friends,
but I don't miss this place one bit

Chorus (oohs)
There's nothing to do
You either get pissed up or you move
It's hard to believe
but you don't see it till you leave
Until you leave

V2
Same slang, kid gangs still hang out
around the late night Spar, like we used to do
(Nothing ever seems to change round here)
School night, fistfight, Diamond White trying out the fake ID, sweating in the queue
(Everyone wants to escape round here)
And everything runs like clockwork and all hangs out when you stop work

Chorus (oohs)
There's nothing to do,
you either get pissed up or you move
It's hard to believe
but you don't see it till you leave
Until you leave,
Until you leave,
Until you leave