Lyrics Sorted for E’s and Wizz - Pulp
Oh,
is
this
the
way
they
say
the
future's
meant
to
feel?
Or
just
20,
000
people
standing
in
a
field.
And
I
don't
quite
understand
just
what
this
feeling
is.
But
that's
okay
'cause
we're
all
sorted
out
for
E's
& Wizz
And
tell
me
when
the
spaceship
lands
'Cause
all
this
has
just
got
to
mean
something
In
the
middle
of
the
night,
it
feels
alright
But
then
tomorrow
morning,
oh,
oh
then
you
come
down
Oh
yeah,
the
pirate
radio
station
told
us
what
was
going
down
Got
the
tickets
from
some
folks
up
bloke
in
Camden
Town
Oh,
and
no
one
seems
to
know
exactly
where
it
is
But
that's
okay
'cause
we're
all
sorted
out
for
E's
& Wizz
At
4 o'clock
the
normal
world
seems
very,
very,
very
far
away,
alright
In
the
middle
of
the
night,
it
feels
alright
But
then
tomorrow
morning,
oh,
oh
then
you
come
down
Just
keep
on
moving
Everybody
asks
your
name
They
say
we're
all
the
same
and
it's
"Nice
one",
"Geezer"
But
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
it's,
"No
way",
"Not
today",
makes
you
wonder
what
it
meant
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",
alright
In
the
middle
of
the
night,
it
feels
alright
But
then
tomorrow
morning,
oh,
oh
then
you
come
down
Oh,
oh
then
you
come
down,
oh,
what
if
you
never
come
down?
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