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