From The Ritz To the Rubble
Last night these two bouncersAnd one of em's alrightThe other one's the scary oneHis way or no way, totalitarian
He's got no time for youLooking or breathingHow he don't want you to
So step out the queueHe makes examples of youAnd there's nowt you can sayBehind they go through to the bit where you payAnd you realise then that it's finally the timeTo walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line
And you can swap jumpers and make another moveInstilled in your brain you've got something to proveTo all the smirking faces and the boys in blackWhy can't they be pleasant?Why can't they have a laugh?
He's got his hand in your chestHe wants to give you a duffWell secrectly I think they want it all to kick offThey want, arms flying everywhere andBottles aswell it's justSomething to talk aboutA story to tell you
Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate
I said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?
This town's a different town todaySaid this town's a different town to what it was last nightYou couldn't have done that on a Sunday
That girl's a different girl todaySaid that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last nightYou couldn't have done that on a Sunday
Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate
I thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?
Last night what we talked aboutIt made so much senseBut now the haze has ascendedIt don't make no sense anymore
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