Gary Myrick Lost In Clubland
Excuse me
They come out at night
I can tell they're restless
Dressed up so outrageous
To please and criticize
We can pretend
Act as if we just met
Slap a waitress around
And walk up to perfect strangers
Play dumb
Bathe in champagne
Work on a big excuse
My darling, come with me
Big fun in the latest casbah
They come out at night
I can tell they're restless
Dressed up so contagious
In the land of milk and honey
Lost in Clubland
We're lost in Clubland
We can eat music
And run the whole distance
Take the girls' temperatures
We could insight a riot
We won't be ourselves
We'll act instinctively
We'll be the golden people
From the perfect plane
Lost in Clubland
We're lost in Clubland
Push the face of the world
You can change the channel
The cars are shining clean
And the streets are weird and pretty
The buildings bend above us
Is it hell or heaven?
Don't try to telephone
You can never go home
Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland
