Run away Get away There's nothing here for you Didn't you see the news? There might be no tomorrow Must be a better way better way To release some histamine Than a Beijing screen Of a grey horizon So get away run away For the dead don't breathe Or am I still asleep? I want you to see the whole thing Must be a better way To spend the day Than just being here Choose the Seventies But don't forget the small print Twenty-five years has almost gone It will take some time To find my way out of this hell I've been in exile oh so long And my sea has run dry Let's crawl back to the shell