C East London's not a bomb siteF It is a treasure chestC We use our penguin costumesF More than our evening dressC She said I should come overF Though the music's not my typeC Don't you know I'd chop a limb offAm G F Just to have a good timeC F Shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my faceAm G F I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight awayC F Shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my handAm G F The lasers fill our minds with empty plansC I never knew I was a techno fanC F C Wuuuuuuuuu Wuuuuuu WuUu X2C This is not a weird weekendF It's an angry wormholeC I'm talking like a city boyF And drinking with a northern soulC She said I should come overF Though it's carnage at timesC It still seems I'd chop a limb offAm G F Before I put up a fightC F Shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my faceAm G F I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight awayC F Shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my handAm G F The lasers fill our minds with empty plansF I never knew I was a technoDm We are the 1980sF We are the Detroit lightsAm G F And I never wanna, I never wanna see this stopDm I'm in debt to youFm But don't feed me plant foodC F Shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my faceAm G F I didn't spend 20 sheets and not cut a shapeC F Shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my handAm G F The lasers fill our minds with empty plansC I never knew I was a techno fanC F C Wuuuuuuuuu Wuuuuuu WuUu X2 End on C
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