Letras
There's a house in North Yorkshire
Where they both stay
And they turn on the TV
To catch their daily pain
Whilst me and you
We've broken down on the motorway
AA police cars
We're being towed away again
So I think I'll go down the record shop
Yeah, I think I'll go down the record shop
Just to get away
Just to get away
Just to get away
Just to get away
So they go to their local
To get their daily intake
Staring at their walking boots
Just wondering if this has come too late
Whilst we're lying here
And you're stroking my nipples on the stairs
But in the back of my mind
I'm waiting for this to just end up in tears
So I think I'll go down the record shop
Yeah, I think I'll go down the record shop
And yeah, I think I'll go down the record shop
Just to get away
Just to get away
Just to get away
Just to get away