I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It
tonight and can't decide Between Soviet hip or British pride I'm out tonight and can't decide Between Soviet hip or British pride So help me out, so help me out So Blackpool
em filthy jokes,An' piled them in the back seet fer GROAT-OS.We're going down Blackpool, alright,We're going down Blackpool, fer a pint,We're going down Blackpool
Blackpool, 10 o'clock If everybody's ready, let's punk rock Look at him with the safety pin Yeah, turn it up and let's begin, let 'em in Blackpool, Friday
Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quiff Overweight and out of date 20ft. high on Blackpool
Translation: The Beautiful South. Oh Blackpool.
Translation: Manic Street Preachers. Elvis Impersonator: Blackpool Pier.
Translation: Sham 69. Blackpool.
I seem to push motives aside How many days was last night On the verge of a collapse I knew that it would never last Wasted, this town's disaster is
If ever there was a time That you would say to me This fire's burned out Leaving only smoking black debris I'd find a light to lead us I'd find some
We'd drive all night On an empty tank Holes in our pockets And all the tapes were blank So we turned on the radio Had the windows cracked With nothing
All I ever, all I ever Wanted in this world Was a place to rest my head Now that dream is dead All I ever, all I ever Needed in this life Was someone
The truth about love it's great when you're in it Rolls out of bed picks her clothes off the floor Yesterday headache from the night before To late
A best friend and an honest man Isn't that what you wanted Your dishonesty and lack of modesty Were the traits that you flaunted You're so emotional
Days turn to weeks turn to years All that you're left with is fear You're a shell of a man And you can't understand Why there wouldn't be anyone here
I stay in line most of the time You bring me back to Earth If I'm out late, now that's my mistake What is it really worth We've worked hard to get where
Goodnight to romance And hello to waking up To what is left of your life Do you think you've had enough Of what you thought you had Could it really