Slummin' It For the Weekend (Brian Eno Mix)

Yeah

What are you doing tonight?

I'm out and I'm riding this train

I've got a ragged plum voice, blonde across the aisle

Puts her mum down to her friends

Sweetly drops expletives into conversation

Boasting indiscretions and alleys she loves

Spent all our money on drinking and overdose

She says trying to act tough, trying to act delinquent

The stony singing sparkles on the gutters of Hackney

Down on me

And the canals are the sweetest cut of all

Deep and grey like blue snakes, like bruises

And the weeds explode like dreadlocks

Turning architecture to dust

"I haven't changed," she said, "I feel so dirty"

I see resurrection dripping down the walls of tunnels

As we pull into the station

It's a divided nation

What are you doing tonight?

"It's so good, it's so good," she says, throwing back her head

"I just got to join tonight and work some more"

"Did you see that guy? He had his face up in my grill," she says

In a horsey accent, she found him an alley

What are you doing tonight?

What are you doing now?

What are you doing tonight?

What are you doing now?

What are you doing tonight?

Slumming for the weekend

Slumming for the weekend

What are you doing tonight?

What are you doing tonight?