FROM THE RITZ TO THE RUBBLE

Last night these two bouncers And one of em's alright The other one's the scary one His way or no way, totalitarian He's got no time for you Looking or breathing How he don't want you to So step out the queue He makes examples of you And there's nowt you can say Behind they go through to the bit where you pay And you realize then that it's finally the time To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line And you can swap jumpers and make another move Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove To all the smirking faces and the boys in black Why can't they be pleasant? Why can't they have a laugh? He's got his hand in your chest He wants to give you a duff Well secretly I think they want it all to kick off They want, arms fiying everywhere and Bottles as well it's just Something to talk about A story to tell you 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? This town's a different town today Said this town's a different town to what it was last night You couldn't have done that on a Sunday That girl's a different girl today Said that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night You couldn't have done that on a Sunday Of course no 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 about It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended It don't make no sense anymore Last night what we talked about It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended It don't make no sense anymore Oh Dadala…