Dirty Dancehall

2012-02-13 | by Zutons
Writer: Songwriters: Russell Thomas Pritchard;Abigail Harding;Boyan Uddin Chowdhury;Sean Francis Caleb Payne;David Alan Mc Cabe

Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense of threat in the air
Everyone's dancing, feeling fine But looking like zombies, as though they're dying I stood alone in the darkened room My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching the streets Sniffing out the candy and the left over meat Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep Murdering the hooker and chops off their feet
Everyone's dancing, feeling fine But looking like zombies, as though they're dying I stood alone in the darkened room My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures
This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
All the lights came on and the music stopped Men in uniform outside on a watch The tramp waits by the bush to pounce Woken up again by a young girl's shout
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out All the Black Mariahs were left in no doubt One got killed another one ran They ended up arresting an innocent man
This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures
This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures This is just a night in the City of Culture But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures