Whoo! Alright - Yeah...Uh Huh. - The Rapture

Oh, the sun drenched French girls won’t relate

To a frozen glare from the Northern State

Dreamin' of fat happy babies

Kickin' ladies on the Metro now

And the mirrors won’t sing back divine

Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line

But you laugh-crack-up they

Laugh-crack up and smile

Whoo!

Alright — let’s fall apart

And the clock starts here and now

Tick tick tick tick tick tick OW!

She said 'your allegory is far too blunt'

I said 'this ain’t no laboratory, you’re the cunt'

She said 'emotional distance, it doesn’t rhyme

Or resonate brillance from in it’s time'

But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry?

I say the lineage runs Morrison, Patti Smith, then me

But maybe the reason we’re so uninspired

Is cuz the hour is late and the bodies are tired

Yeah I think everyone here can agree

That a party ain’t great cuz the booze is free

Naw, free spirits ain’t settin' no one’s spirit free

Yeah!

Uh huh, I’m falling apart

And the clock starts here and now

Tick tick tick tick OW!

Wind it up now

People don’t dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don’t dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don’t dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don’t dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

I used to think life’s a bitter pill, but its a grand old time