Englands Finest - Pop Will Eat Itself



Escaping the twilight,

Driking 'til sunrise,

I never thought a head like t this would persist,

I could be dead at 33,

Like Belushi,

Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney,

Who knows?

Who cares?

Who'll remember anyway?

Welcome to hell!

Spend your time in hell!

I could try to change it but it suits me too well...

A not so private hell.

You feed my hunger,

But drown all my senses,

In the satisfaction stakes,

It's like sitting on the number nine bus,

I can't stop me you can't stop me

I can't stop me you can't stop me

One's too many...

Ten's not enough.

Welcome to hell!

Spend your time in hell!

I could try to change it but it suits me too well...

A not so private hell

Welcome to hell!

Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my...

Memory lapse.

Welcome to hell!

Welcome to hell!

WELCOME TO HELL!

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