Pulp
After You
On the last night on earth when the horses run freeThe scriptures foretell of a party in HackneyIn a dimly lit room crammed with loathing and hateThey’re selling their souls and I just can’t waitI shrivel inside at the sight of your beautyI fall to the floor as she’s shaking her bootyThe rain makes me shiver; the wind turns me blueOh – the things we get up to, to get through the night after youI knew it was wrong; I began to suspectWhen she reached over and pressed the ejectI was up to the gunnels against your adviceI felt so ashamed that I did it twiceFrom disco to disco; from Safeway to TescoWe’re shopping around from the cradle til death rowFrom Tesco it’s down to the 7-11To chase through the night time, to chase through the night after youAfter youI can’t explain why I need to be freeBut if you need to be naked that’s alright by meIt’s the fast track express to the graveyard, I knowSo what are you waiting for? Hey ho, let’s goLetras de cancionesFrom disco to disco; from Safeway to tescoWe’re shopping around from the cradle til death rowDon’t stop til the train has pulled into the stationI’ll hold the door for you – no, I insist, after youAfter youAfter you
From Letras Mania