Another night at the Palace
cause there is nothing else to do.
The same people the same drinks and the same music
the same quicksand.
I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast.
Hello city youve found an enemy in me.
Hello city hello city.
Second night at the Warehouse and my mock turtleneck just reeks.
From the liquor room to the changeroom
to the doom and gloom of the hotel room,
I wish this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay.
Maybe I caught you at a bad time,
maybe I should call you back next week,
maybe half the fault was mine that the sun didnt shine on Barrington Street.
Its three oclock in the morning,
and Im hungry so lets eat.
Climb down three flights to the streetlights
and the barfights, were just taking in the sights.
I hope tomorrow that I wake up in my own bed.
What a good place to be,
dont believe them,
Cause they speak a different language
and its never been happy for me.
Its happy hour again.
Hello city, hello city