Brooke Combe – This Town lyrics:
 
This town
A land of its own
Where nothing good ever really goes on
Nothing around but faces and frowns
I’m glad that I’m out
Spice boys thinking he’s
Everybody’s summer dream
But he’s just a D+
Lads wasting your time
Speak to yours, you’ll speak to mines
Now and then it’s all too much
I break the rules I’m making
Can’t stop myself from faking
Must be the shit I’m taking
Gotta get out of this town
This town
A land of the free
A couple of deals down on every street
Something to be said for the people you meet
They’re stuck in the scene
Small time short cuts
Running in and out of luck
Just another Saturday
Lads wasting your time
Speak to yours, you speak to mine
But it’s just a game we play
I break the rules I’m making
Can’t stop myself from faking
Must be the shit I’m taking
Gotta get out of this town
La la la la la la la la
I break the rules I’m making
Can’t stop myself from faking
Must be the shit I’m taking
Gotta get out of this town
Gotta get out of this town
Gotta get out of this town
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la