No sign of life or the moon, very strange for a Wednesday night
Well now the past life seems doomed and tomorrow not too bright.
You're right, we've never had much room, maybe it's the country and maybe it's you
But I know you won't stand in the queue, you will go straight on through
With Italian Champaign or Belgian beer then if you like
Russian vodka for the pain, Turkish blend to calm you down
We'll forget the next day, the past that we don't like
Anything to soothe the pain at least for a little while
Get a little wild.
These strange times of change when we correct our recent lies
Well now the past life seems doomed tomorrow not too bright.
With Italian Champaign or Belgian beer then if you like
Irish whiskey for the pain, Turkish blend to calm you down
We'll forget the next day and the past that we don't like
Anything to soothe the pain at least for a little while
Get a little wild.
You say you feel lost on this street
And you feel just all too weak
Now you doubt you have the guts to take all this
Or to wait sober for the next bliss
Yeah I'm surprised that we're still alive
Yeah I'm surprised that we're still alive
We'll forget the next day the past that we don't like
Anything to soothe the pain at least for a little while
Get a little wild.