sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps
so i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets
with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city
kickin´ oot the jams with the licks of the skinny
getting up & oot to where they don´t make cents
where they ceilidh & the fling
with their kilts on & everything
they sweat & it condenses on the stone cold walls
runnin´ all down the make a swamp on the floor

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that what ye git when you get oot
getting your ass off of the couch
take a look it leaves no doubt
no good to sit&pout
so go on get oot&aboot

although they can try they just can´t keep me in
down there in hades with the vice and the sin
practise wreckless abandon in the room starts to spin
you know it won´t be long before they
throw us all outta here