Oh, where I come from I just don't conform Get me out of here. Leave the boredom behind Wanna see the bright lights Get this thing in gear, yeah. You put your boots on You put your boots on And all the boys and girls sing: Straight out of west London Just like a loaded gun The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us At the strip tonight Your eyes are burning so bright Can't you feel the bloodrush baby? Tied up too tight Tell me can you feel it Feel the city breathing Feel its beating heart No superstition Just cold ambition It's time to make our mark You put your boots on You put your boots on And all the boys and girls sing: Straight out of west London Just like a loaded gun The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us At the strip tonight Your eyes are burning so bright Can't you feel the bloodrush baby? Tied up too tight Yeah, say something You put your boots on You gotta move on And all the boys and girls sing: Straight out of west London Just like a loaded gun The cognoscenti they don't like us Don't like us, no they don't At the strip tonight Your eyes are burning so bright Can't you feel the bloodrush baby? Tied up too tight