From the Ritz to the Rubble

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