Tied Up Too Tight

Oh where I come from I just don't conform get me out of here leave the boredom behind want to see those bright lights Get this thing in gear, yeah So we'll ride in my car Follow the star Drive on into town with the stereo lit [something] I think of them when they're down [perhaps?] 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 its kinda shitty/this kinda city they don't like us we'll hit the strip tonight your eyes are burning so bright can't you feel the blood rush baby tied up too tight tell me can you feel it through the city breathing feel its beating heart no superstition just cold ambition its time to make a 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 its kinda shitty they don't like us we'll hit the strip tonight your eyes are burning so bright can't you feel the blood rush baby tied up too tight