Pulp
Lyricist: PULP Composer: PULP
Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands
'Cos 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 yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked up* bloke in Camden Town
Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At four o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away
Alright
In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh then you come down
Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your name
They say we're all the same
And now it's "nice one", "geezer"
And that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
It's six 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 want to call your mother and say:
"Mother, I can never come home again
'Cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere
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
What if you never come down?