Letra
All these late night parties
Bore me to the grave
Spiritual concussion
Nothing left to say
All those tacky, trashy people
Falling at your feet
Crucified on Sunday
But back the following week
Hello! How are you?
So polite
Hello! How are you?
Twist the knife
Gentlemen on steroids
Ladies dressed to kill
Void of all emotion
Nothing left to thrill
They will suck you like a vampire
Pretend that they're your friend
The narco sends them psycho
Then comes crashing down on them
Hello! How are you?
So polite
Hello! How are you?
Bourgeois smile
Hello! How are you?
Kissing air
Hello! How are you?
There's no one there
Mannequin discussions
A bottle for a friend
You can fuck her if you want her
She's worth her weight
in pence...
The bodies keep on coming
The party never ends
The bodies keep on coming
The party never ends
Hello! How are you?
It's such an act
Hello! How are you?
Talking trash
Hello! How are you?
Kissing air
Hello! How are you?
There's no-one there
There's no one there
Written by: Andrew Innes, Bobby Gillespie, Camille Berthomier, Nicolas Julien Stephane Conge