Who would ever want to leave What a shame to even go Soon the blinking on of fluoros Will have us on the street Everybody's happy here I've hardly seen a fight The music's swimming in my ear I love the pulsing lights oh yeah The room is more than half way filled The night's a big success The bands have all been dressed to kill The third one was the best And in the break we headed out To drink three cans of beer That Jeff had borrowed from his dad He said he wouldn't care So we rolled a racehorse And the stars began to fall But we didn't even look back And the drums filed up the hall I even had the luck to talk to you Wendy from 3E3 She told me as she left the toilets She'd go around with me We stood together at the front Holding hands, holding hands I couldn't leave the axeman's fingers As he played and played and played Now the stony lights are humming And we're filing out the door I hope these kind of nights keep running 'Cause I'll be coming back for more and more It was 1973 It was 1973 It was 1973