Bar Italia
Music: Pulp; Lyrics: Jarvis ****er
Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah
And go for a walk past people as they go to work
Let’s get out of this place before they tell us that we’ve just died
Move, move quick, you’ve gotta move. Come on it’s through, come on it’s time
Oh look at you, you, you’re looking so confused just what did you lose?
If you can make an order could you get me one
Two sugars would be great 'cos I’m fading fast and it’s nearly dawn
If they knocked down this place, this place, it’d still look much better than you
Move, move quick, you’ve gotta move. Come on it’s through, come on it’s time
Oh look at you, you, you’re looking so confused, what did you lose?
It’s ok it’s just your mind
If we get through this alive I’ll meet you next week, same place, same time
Oh move, move quick you’ve gotta move. Come on it’s through, come on it’s time
Oh look at you, you, you’re looking so confused, what did you lose?
That’s what you get from clubbing it
You can’t go home and go to bed because it hasn’t worn off yet and now it’s
Morning there’s only one place we can go
It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go
Let’s go.
