FROM THE RITZ

last night these two bouncers one ofm’s alright,

thiu(theother) one's the scaryo (one)
His way or no way, totalitarian
He'sgot no time for your looking or brea-thingnow he don't want you to,
sostep out the queue Hemakes examples of you
and there's nowt youcan say
Behind-they-go-through to-the-bit /
whereyou-pay And you realize then that it'sfin(a)lly the time
To walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the lineAnd you can

swap jump-ers and make another move

Instilled in your brain, you'vegot /something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boysin black
Whycan't they be pleasant? Whycan't theyhave a laugh?
He's got his hand in your chest, he wants to give you a duff
Well secretly I think they want you all to kick off They want
armsflying everywhere, and bottles aswell It's just
something to talk about, (a) story to telliyeah

Well, I'm so glad they turnull tul away We'll put it down to fate
I said a thousand million things That-I could never say this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Well, this town's a different town today

Said, this town's a different town to whatit was last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

And that girl's a different girl today

Said, that girl's a different girl to her youkissed last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday
Of course not

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all awayWe'll put it down to fate
I thought a thousand million thingsThat 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 ascen-ded-It don't make no sense anymore
Said, last night, what we talked about
It made so much sense…
But now the haze has ascen-ded-It don't make no sense anymore, oh

CRYING LIGHTNING
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick’n’mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that-I-hav en't-been-called "cold" before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered-me-your-attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
And how you like to a-ggra-vate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You-never-looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With-folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
"Crying Lightning"
And how you like to a-ggra-vate the icky man on rainy afternoons
U-nin-viting
But-not-half-as-im-po-ssi-ble as everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning
And your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
"Crying Lightning"
"Crying Lightning"
"Crying Lightning"
"Crying Lightning"
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
"Crying"

R U MINE
I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches/
Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late
She's a silver linin', lon(e)-ranger ridin' through anopen space/
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me
I go crazy 'cause-here isn't where I wanna be/
And satisfaction feels like a distant-memory/
And I can't help myself All I
wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"/
Well, are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine? Oh, ah

Iguess-what-I'm-tryin'-to-say is I need the deep-end

Keep-imaginin', meetin', wishe(d)t-away entire lifetimes
Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days
Great escape, lost track of time and space
She's a silver linin',/ climbin' on my desire-And
I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory/
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine?  (Are you mine? Mine?)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken, I
Just-wanna hear you say, "You got me baby", "Are you mine?"
She's a silver linin', lon(e)-ranger ridin' through an open space
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me
I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself All I
wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?" 
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

BEFORE THE LIGHTS COME ON

this is a good idea
You wouldn't do it if it wasn't/
You wouldn't do it if it wasn't one/
my friend fancies you
(Oh)what a way to begin it all
You said there're always exciting words to hear
And you woke up together, not-quite-reali-zing how/
Awkwardly stretching and yawning/
It's always hard in the morning/

And I suppose that's the price you pay/

Well-oh-it isn't what it was
She's thinking he looks different today/
And now there's nothing left to guess now

They-left-before-the lights came on

Because-they didn't want to ruin
What-it was that was brewing
Before they ab-so-lutely-had to/
how can you wake up
(With)-someone you don't love?
And-not feel slightly phased by-it
Oh, he had a struggle And they woke up together, not quite realising how/
Awkwardly stretching and yawning
It's-always hard in the morning

And I suppose that's the price you pay

Well, oh, it isn't what it was
She's thinking he looks different today
And now there's nothing left to guess now

Well-quick, let's leave before the lights come on

'Cause then you don't have to see
'Cause then you don't have to see what you've done
Well-quick, let's leave before the lights come on
'Cause then you don't have to see
'Cause then you don't have to see what you've done
I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come?
I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come?
I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come?
I'll walk you up

DANCING SHOES
Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Hoping they're looking for you
Sure you'll be rummay(g)ing through
Oh and the shit, shock, the horror
You've seen your future bride
Yeah, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waiting and waiting and

The only reason that you came

So what you scared for
Oh, don't you al-ways do the same
It'swhatyou-therefordon't you know
The lights are flashing
is Down in here tonight
And some might exchange a glance
But keep pre-ten-ding to dance
Don'tact like it's not happening
Asif it's im-polite
To go and mention your name
Instead you'll just do the same
As they all do, and hope for the best

The only reason that you came

So what you scared for
Well don't you always do the same
It's what you'rethere for but no
Get on your dancing shoes
You sexy little swine
Hoping they're looking for you/
Sure you'll be rummaging through
And I said the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride, yeah
Yeah, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waiting and waiting

FAKE TALES SAN FRANCISCO

Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
Mor-point to a wedding disco
Without-a-bride or groom
And-there's-a-super-cool-band, yeah
With-their-tril-bies and their glasses of white wine
Andall the weekend rockstars are in the toilets Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out)

I don't want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear your
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And-there's –a-few-bored-faces at the back, all
Wi-shing they weren't there/
as-the-microphone-squeaks A-youngirl's telephone beeps
Yeah-she's dashing for the exit
Oh, she's-running to the streets out-side/
"Oh, you've saved me", she screams down the line
"The-band-were–fuckingwank-and-I'm-not-ha-ving-anice-time"
I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out)/
I don't want to hear you, no (kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah, but his bird said it's amazing (though)ou, so all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind, but deaf

Hetalks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar

Idon't quite know the distance, but I'm sure that's far
Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far
And, yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You'renot from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and putdown the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah