Sorted For E’s & Wizz - Single Version Songtext
von Pulp

Oh, is this the way they say the future′s meant to feel?
Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field?
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that′s OK 'cause we're all sorted out for ease and whizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands
′Cause all this has just got to mean something

In the middle of the night, it feels all right
But then tomorrow morning, ooh, ooh, then you come down

Oh yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some messed up bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and no one seems to know exactly where it is
But that′s OK 'cause we′re all sorted out for ease and whizz
At four o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away

In the middle of the night, it feels all right
But then tomorrow morning, ooh, ooh, then you come down


Just keep on moving!

Everybody asks your name, they say we′re all the same
And then it's "Nice one, geezer!"
That′s as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
It's six o'clock, I wanna go home
But there′s no way, not today
Makes you wonder what it meant to know
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you want to call your mother and say
"Mother, I can never come home again

′Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain
Somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire, all right"

In the middle of the night, it feels all right
But then tomorrow morning, ooh, ooh, then you come down


Ooh, ooh, then you come down
Ooh, what if you never come down?