hello city... another night at the palace 'cause there is nothing else to do the same people, the same drinks and the same music the same quicksand i think this harbor town is waist deep and sinking fast hello city, you've found an enemy in me hello city, hello city second night at the warehouse, and my gap turtleneck just reeks from the liquor room upstairs to the changeroom to the doom and gloom of the hotel room, i think this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay maybe i caught you at a bad time, maybe i should call you back next week, maybe half the fault was mine that the sun didn't shine on barrington street it's three o'clock in the morning, and i'm hungry so let's eat climb down three flights to the streetlights and the barfights, we're just taking in the sights i hope tomorrow that i wake up in my own bed "what a good place to be, don't believe them, 'cause they speak a different language and it's never been happy for me it's happy hour again"
