Bouncer greets us at the door He can tell we've been here before So he lets us pass And we climb up 15 flights of stairs And find that spot in the corner just over there
It's only 6:30 but we're starting to drink I'm ordering the usual I think I need a change of pace London's bursting at the seams It's not quite the place I hoped I'd be
It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume It's country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today?
'Cause concrete sculptures and broken glass It's the lamp posts who guide our paths Because the moon can't get in And the clouds hang heavy Blocking out his pursuit And booze hangs limply on our rental suits
'Cause we're fires, we're burning bright Breaking bottles and starting fights But the evening has other plans Run as they pull up with two more vans
It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume It's country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today?
But I won't fuss I'll let you pass No, I won't fuss I'll let you pass
'Cause it's only white wine in a Wetherspoons Fine dining with cheap perfume DLR closed due to workers' strikes God knows how I'll get home tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
