Pulp - Goodnight

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Come & play the tunes of glory- raise your voice in celebration of teh days
that we have wasted in the café in the station. & learn the meaning of
existance in the fourthnightly instalments. Come and share this golden age
with me in my single room appartment & and if it all amounts to nothing, it
doesn't matter, these are still our glory days.
Oh my face is unappealing & my thoughts are unoriginal. I did experiments
with substances, but all it did was make me ill & I. I used to do the I
Ching, but then I had to feed the meter. Now I can't see into the future,
but at least I can use the heater. Oh, it doesn't get much better than this,
'cos this is how we live our glory days. Oh, and I can be a genious, if I
just put my mind to it & I, I could do anything if only I could get 'round
to it. Oh we were brought up in the Space-Race, now they expect you to clean
toilets.When you have seen how big the world is, how can you make do with
this.? If you want me I'll be sleeping in- sleeping in throughout our glory
days. These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before I turn
to gold. Yeah, we'd love to hear you story just as long as it tells us where
we are- that we are where we're meant to be. Oh come on, make it up
yourself- you don't need anybody else. & I promise I won't sell these