Pulp - Sorted For E's & Wizz

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just twent thousand people standing in a field
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz*
And tell me when the spaceship lands
'Cause all this has just got to mean something


Oh, In the middle of the night
It feels alright but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh then you come down, oh

Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some messed up bloke in Camden Town
And no one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very very very far away
Alright


Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your name they say we're all the same
And now it's "nice one", "geezer"
But that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock, I wanna go home
But it's "no way", "not today",
Makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you wanna call your mother and say,
"Mother, I can never come home again because I seem to have left
an important part of my brain somewhere in a field in Hampshire, alright"


In the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, what if you never come down?



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* E's & wizz - ecstasy i speed (amfetamina)