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The Wombats - Techno Fan

East London’s not a bomb site, it is a treasure chest
We use our penguin costumes, more than our evening dress
She said I should come over, though the music’s not my type
Don’t you know I’d chop a limb off, just to have a good time

Shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my face
I didn’t queue for an hour to leave straight away
Shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans
I never knew I was a techno fan, oohh, ohhh, oohh, oohh

This is not a weird weekend, it’s an angry wormhole
I’m talking like a city boy and drinking with a northern soul
She said I should come over, though it’s carnage at times
It still seems I’d chop a limb off, before I put up a fight
Shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my face
I didn’t queue for an hour to leave straight away
Shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans
I never knew I was a techno...

We are the 1980s, we are the Detroit lights
And I never wanna, I never wanna see this stop
I’m in debt to you, but don’t feed me plant food

So shut up and move with me, move with me, or, or get out of my face
I didn’t spend 20 sheets and not cut a shape
So shut up and stay with me, stay with me, or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans
I never knew I was a techno fan, oohh, oohh
I never knew I was a techno fan, oohh, oohh
I never knew I was a techno fan, oohh

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