we're coming down, late night early morning
going town to town on the night tube
all our friends are gone
they lined your belly with whisky
you were feeling kind of frisky
now the two of us are blue
and it's six in the morning
and Ealing Broadway's dead
we're too cold to feel our legs
our chests are weighed down like lead
our heads are Nagasaki circa nineteen forty five
how the hell are we still alive?
I was puking up the McDonalds that you bought me
we were looking up to new horizons
as the sun came out
like a teenager in the eighties
free and liberated
young and bright and gay
and it's six in the morning
and Ealing Broadway's dead
we're too cold to feel our legs
our chests are weighed down like lead
our heads are Nagasaki circa nineteen forty five
how the hell are we still alive?
now we'll wait for our friends to come back
so that they can let us in the flat
now one of them is angry and a tale she will tell
'bout how a night out with us is her idea of hell
and it's six in the morning
and Ealing Broadway's dead
we're too cold to feel our legs
our chests are weighed down like lead
our heads are Nagasaki circa nineteen forty five
how the hell are we still alive?
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