Live at the Budokan lyrics

This is the next century
Where the universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future has been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing a long
Although the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

(So the story begins)

City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself:
Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race
Terminally
I'm a professional cynic
But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety
Yes, it preys on him
He's getting thin

(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house
A very big house
In the country

This is my work place
And these are the people I work with
Yuko and hiro
We work together
We work for the company
That works to the future
We work hard to please me
They will protect us

I never see you
We're never together
I'll love you forever

I drink in the evening
It helps with relaxing
I can't sleep without drinking
We drink together
From monday to saturday
I go to my workplace

Primal, evil what am I
Tongue-tied 'til the day I die
There's no love made mermaids
It's just distraction or so they

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin

(Shouting in reverse)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as
(parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it
(parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you're alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

On the Tyne Forth and Cromarty
There's a low in the high forties

Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news
Says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us
The space invaders

(...are here)

He thought of cars
And where
Where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there
There was no-one
No-one

There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go

Who maddest one on the M1
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb
Who very straight and never grins
Who cares what car he's driving in

He is because he saw it on a commercial break
And if he doesn't get what he wants
Then he get a headache
'Cos he needs it
Wants it
Almost
Loves it
He's here on his own
On globe alone
Here on his own

Who joined health club to glisten
Into hi-fi precision

It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the TV

Grandma's got new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza
Been taken out by her daughter
Because she thought she ought'a
The kids are eating snickers
Because they're so delicious
Then there's sticky fingers
And mother loses her knickers

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer

Mr. robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the evening star
He got a hairpiece and he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man you're never going to meet
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring

Mr. robinson and his quango
Drinks with the general and the county wives

They stumbled into their lives
In a vague way became man and wife
One got the other they deserved one another
They settled in a brand new town
With people from the same background
Kept themselves busy
Long hours left them dizzy
Now when he's in, she's out

All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
They are not making plans
Because now they understand
All you ever do is fade away

The suburbs they are dreaming
They're a twinkle in her eye
She's been feeling frisky since her husband said goodbye
She wears a low cut T-shirt
Runs a little B B
She's most accomodating when she's in her lingerie
Wife-swapping is your future
You know that it would suit ya

Yes
They're stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love (x2)

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available

A FERVORED IMAGE OF ANOTHER WORLD
IS NOTHING IN PARICULAR NOW
AND IMITATION COMES NATURALLY
BUT I NEVER REALLY STOP TO THINK HOW
AND EVERYONEIS A CLEVER CLONE
A CHROME COVERED CLONE AMI
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
JUST REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

[CHORUS]
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
POPSCENE
ALRIGHT

I'M LEAVING TOWN TO RUN AWAY
RUN INTO YOUR TWISTED ARMS

[INSTRUMENTAL]

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service
(Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment
(Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic
(Tracy Jacks) but his putt is erratic
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting

Everyday he got closer
He knew in his heart he was over

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel

All these dirty words
(Jusqu'a la fin)
They make us look so dumb
(En plein soleil)
Been drinking far too much
(Jusqu'a la fin)
And neither of us mean what we say
(En plein amour)

Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
(Jusqu'a la fin)
Soon it will be gone forever
(En plein soleil)

Churchill got his lucky number but tomorrow there's another
Could be me, could be you, no silver spoon
Sticky teeth they rot too soon
You've got to have the best tunes or that's it, you've blown it

All we want is to be happy in our homes like happy families
Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you, ohoh oh

The likely lads are picking up the uglies

See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me
See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me
Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high

Jubilee slouches in the settee
He losing all will to move
He gone divvy too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square oh yeah
He no raver just anti social
He not going to cut his hair

He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen