Is This Christmas? (Radio Edit) - The Wombats

This is nightlife This is nightlife I like, I like, I like it loud! When I enter the club I'm with my crowd Drinking shots and champagne The girls get proud Being VIP The heat is up Come on and freak with me 'Cause when we're all on the floor Oh DJ give us some more (some more) And turn up the bass now We wanna dance till we drop Tonight we do it all over and over again This is nightlife We dance under the moonlight And party till we feel high We're ready for the good time All over the nation We have a celebration And party till we feel high We're ready for the good life This is nightlife We dance under the moonlight And party till we feel high We're ready for the good time All over the nation We have a celebration And party till we feel high We're ready for the good life This is night... (You know how to party) I'm your, I'm your, I'm your bad boy And I'm coming around To be your toy And we'll be playing for fun My lil' bad girl I'm up for anything In a party world Get your ass in the ring 'Cause when we're all on the floor Oh DJ give us some more (some more) And turn up the bass now We wanna dance till we drop Tonight we do it all over and over again This is nightlife We dance under the moonlight And party till we feel high We're ready for the good time All over the nation We have a celebration And party till we feel high We're ready for the good life

Interrupting all programmes This is radio clash from pirate satellite Orbiting your living room, cashing in the bill of rights Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This sound does not subscribe to the international plan In the psycho shadow of the white right hand Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils This is radio clash please save us, not the whales This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud This is radio clash, you don't need that funeral shroud (Why play?) Forces have been looting, my humanity Curfews have been curbing the end of liberty Hands of law have sorted through my identity But now this sound is brave and wants to be free, anyway to be free This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is not free Europe Nor an armed force network This is radio clash using audio ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen This is radio clash using aural ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen? This is radio clash on pirate satellite (This is radio clash) Orbiting your living room cashing in the bill of rights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is radio clash everybody hold on tight (This is radio clash) A-riggy diggy dig dang, dang (This is radio clash) Go back to urban 'Nam

It's tough to stay attractive baby With your tongue upsailing down my neck It's a bullet-proof offer and I can't accept It's tough to maintain focus baby Now all my elephants are in the room We crave the fiction when we need the truth You need to find a different boy's heart to chew And all these emoticons and words Try to make it better but they only make it worse It's tough to feign indifference baby Now I'm spending all the money I have Trying to impress you is kinda driving me mad And I don't blame the pressure or the vultures in the sky I blame what happened everytime we're under neon lights We crave the tension in a room with a view You need to find a different boy's heart to chew And all these emoticons and words Try to make it better but they only make it worse And all these emoticons and words Fail to make it better their attempts just make it worse It's everything I want and nothing I can keep And behind these metaphors I want you literally We crave the fiction when we need the truth You need to find a different boy's heart to chew And all these emoticons and words Try to make it better but they only make it worse But I like it here so much I might stay The edge of nowhere is such a beautiful place The edge of nowhere is such a beautiful place

I had no cares in the 1990's I knew of no downfalls Though war was breaking out all around me My concerns were with prank calls She kissed me on the cheek, she kissed me on the cheek Right in front of the older kids When our self belief, our self belief Wasn't scarred by the modern itch 'Cause now it feels like We kiss with one eye on our TV set And the more I give, the less I get Needing fairground rides just to spark her smile There's little here to miss Bring back 1996 Bring back 1996 So hard to beat those teenage kicks Bring back 1996 We were cloning sheep in the 1990's We were building telescopes And sugar filled the whole of my body As I urged it on to grow I kissed her on the cheek, I kissed her on the cheek Just to impress the older kids But my self belief, my self belief Wasn't lost in the modern glitch 'Cause now it feels like We kiss with one eye on our TV set And the more I give, the less I get Needing fairground rides just to spark her smile There's little here to miss Bring back 1996 Bring back 1996 Stop talking, stop talking (ah-ah-ah-ah) I need a lover, not a friend tonight I'm leaving, I'm leaving (ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm not cut out for the modern life I'll never beat those teenage kicks I'll never beat those teenage kicks I'll never beat those teenage kicks Bring back 1996

Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much Multiples of three keep me warm, keep me stable Six candles on a wall with just one lit Flick a switch, lick a key, paint a chair on a table Superstition's a wasp at your picnic I'll say it again but without feeling I'll get what I think if I keep on thinking About all the other lovers that fell down the stairs It's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much Bang my head on a wall that I built in the future I let the smallest of things ruin the day I'm the voicemail that you could've, should've checked sooner I'm the only obstruction in the way I'll say it again but without feeling I'll get what I think if I keep on thinking About all the other lovers that fell down the stairs It's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there It's not, it's not, it's not paranoia if it's really there Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much Too much, too much I worry, I worry too much

It's all kicking off again Words buzz but certainly don't sink in The rain hits the tiles on the bathroom floor Hissing little rattlesnake All fired up and ultimately afraid So slam the door Cos baby when you talk like that The pain moves from my chest to my lower back Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I thought we could communicate Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I'm praying for a soft exit Good neighbours who occasionally baby sit Then double-cross behind the scenes Yes, okay, maybe, we're probably not To end up, but know we go through quite a lot It needs to stop Cos baby when you talk like that The pain moves from my chest to my lower back Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I thought we could communicate Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I punch my head, don't know what you want from me It's a fucked up world so let's talk about it, please They wanna make sketch shows about my anxiety dreams Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?

I could use some peer pressure A little human error A change in attitude You're so well put together Cold beer in temperate weather A beach with jungle views And tell me, sugar Am I close to getting close? Is there something I need to know? Pull the trigger And pull me back from the edge Pull me out of my head She is wildfire She is wildfire She is wildfire I could live in here forever A place beyond the pleasure A place beyond the high This cake wears a new icing I can feel the GABA rising And tell me, sugar Am I close to getting close? Is there something I need to know? Pull the trigger And pull me back from the edge Pull me out of my head She is wildfire She is wildfire She is wildfire She is wildfire She is wildfire She is wildfire I could live in here forever A place beyond the pleasure A place beyond the high (she is wildfire) Let's go back to the sixties Find a drug to fix me And now I see that she is wildfire