The air is stale and the rubh is piled high
On these roads we get eaten alive
You've got the number that your friends ain't dialling
We're neglected, socially deprived
I'm getting away I worry about time
We got ourselves in a bad position
Honey we ain't doing fine
Let's get a move on
No more slacking
We need good times
Let's leave this neighbourhood behind
No more slacking
We need good times
Let's leave this neighbourhood behind
Your old secrets they need no revealing
You and I we've been around for a while
Higher standards and deeper meanings
More fashion and just a little more style
You look so lonely broken and blue
My eyes are tired
But my arms reach out for you
Let's get a move on
No more slacking
We need good times
Let's leave this neighbourhood behind
No more slacking
We need good times
Let's leave this neighbourhood behind
Chances lost and s are burning
Come on now let's get out of this place
Cos this feeling keeps returning
We've got to get out of this place
