Every Fuking City

We argued on the channel train to Paris The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again But by the time that we got down to Lyon Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain We split up for a while in Barcelona We met up six days later in Madrid I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us And for a little while it almost did Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen And i'm trying hard to forget your name And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza And every fucking city feels the same You said to call you when I got to London A French girl told me that you'd left a note I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny So we ended up drinking in Soho Foolishly I followed you to Dublin Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters And once I thought I saw you from afar Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki And they're playing La Vida Loca once again And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here And every fucking city sounds the same At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone So I headed north until I got to Hamburg A chilly city suits a troubled soul And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm And the waiter here wants me to know his name And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages But every fucking city looks the same Arrivederci, au revoir, auf Wiedersehen, hasta la vista baby Yeah, every fucking city's just the same