From the Ritz to the Rubble

Last night these two bouncers and one of em's alright

The other one's the scary

And 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 he wants it all to kick off

They want arms flying 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 would never say 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 what you kissed last night

You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

Of course not

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