Clubland - Kirsty MacColl

I tried to phone a friend tonight

I paid to get in here and now

The loneliness has found me in the nightclub of my nightmares

The choice between this sweaty hell?

Pornography at Novotel

The redneck show on CNN

And the picture on the wall

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never meant that much to me

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never held that much for me

All the little draculas

The suckers and the vacuous

The throbbing of the temples now

And the prices at the bar

Did God send you to kill my joy?

Am I a girl?

Are you a boy?

If you are Prince then I’m Rob Roy

And the writing’s on the wall

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never meant that much to me

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never meant a damn to me

I came, I saw, I left and then

I went back to my bed again

I cursed the orange counter pane

And the picture on the wall

I shut my eyes, I closed my head

I prayed I wouldn’t wake up dead

But when it’s dark you still see red

And the picture on the wall

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never meant that much to me

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland never lent a hand to me

Clubland