For 12 Weeks, the City Is Theirs

Hello, and welcome to the show Its twenty for a ticket here But tonight its gonna blow! You heard them saying so And everybody’s there you know So you just have to go And phone the number on the show You heard up on the radio Got your ticket, pills and smoke A little bit of both And all the other kids’ll choke, man they’ll wanna see It’s gonna be the Best of partys Raver party, Mosher party, Posher party Dirty Party, Warehouse Party Any kind a party, is the same old party Sold, and standing in the cold, and spending half an hour in that queue What’s a boy to think? I really need a drink But waiting at the bar takes an hour too Let me through In here A fiver for a beer A system you can hardly hear And these pills are mongy too You’re coming up too soon It’s pressing at your stomach now, but there’s a long line at that loo You’re feeling like you need a little time to chill out So sit down baby Now everything is spinning out in front of your eyes You’ve realised Its all for sale Welcome to the commercials yo A receipt and a guarantee Is this the place we longed to be? Sale of the century Breath deeper BREATH Breath harder Its all for sale And we hope that you all enjoy For twelve weeks boy The city is theirs And so, come join us at the show Its twenty for a ticket here But tonight its gonna blow! Just look around the room Its full of people just like you Listen up Can you hear it too? Its ringing all around The muffled and pathetic sound Of the product they supply The flyer is a lie Their registers are jingling with a dream we tried to buy You’re feeling like you need a little time to chill out So sit down baby It feel a little better when you close up both eyes And ride on this high Oh, and think about just how good it could be Excuse me while I take little time to chill out Oh, the people dance holding hands to the beat Just make-up, Don’t wake-up me if I’m having a dream One nation, one world together like peaches and cream Excuse me while I take a little time to chill out Well all I want is just a little time to chill out Just chill out baby But now he’s telling you that sleeping gets you thrown out He’s pushing from behind Now everything is spinning out in front of your eyes You’ve realised Its all for sale Welcome to the commercials yo A receipt and a guarantee Is this the place we longed to be? Sale of the century Breath deeper BREATH Breath harder Its all for sale And we hope that you all enjoy For twelve weeks boy The city is theirs