(feat. Jon Slade) Can't go home right now, and that's the truth Julie Burchill's drinking free champange on my roof The front door's off limits, at
Don't go home Fine by me But you just lost your dignity Living in the dusty room Staying in and making moves Someone's had enough Someone's had too much
When I was young I came upon A girl I met Now she wakes up just to see King's Cross scum beat down on me Saturday night facts of life At the knuckle
By the time they lost him, They'd realised he was a good lad. He no longer goes to parties, cos last time hurt bad. Yeah they were all laughing, Talking
You're getting away from yourself You're getting away, oh woah ohohohoh You're getting away from yourself You're getting away, oh woah ohohohoh I saw
