Last night these two bouncers
And one of 'em's sorry, the other one's scary
On his way or no way, totalitarian
He's got no time for your looking or breathing
How he don't want you to, so step out the queue
He makes examples of you and there's no way you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the line
And you can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain, you've got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can't they be pleasant? Why can't they have a laugh?
He's got his hand in your chest, he wants to give you a duff
Well, secretly I think they want you all to kick off
They want arms flying everywhere and bottles as well
It's just something to talk about, a story to tell, yeah

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away
Let's put it down to fate
I said a thousand million things
That I could never say this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

This town's a different town today
This town's a different town to what it was last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday
And that girl's a different girl today
And that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday
Oh, no

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away
Let's put it down to fate
I thought a thousand million things
That I could never think this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Last night, what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore
Last night, what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore, oh