Big Bruise Building
(Hurt Street)

Saturday Night Fever - Step Firth (Mmm...)

think I'll be going home
its late and I fear
tonight will not happen
here...

in a nightclub
where pleasures hang
in a nauseating fog,
I sit here,
dejected,
drunk and disappointed...

in people you could call my peers
if you were misguided,
but the things I say they just don't hear,
but they still nod like I did...

when I was younger
and waiting
for my world to begin,
there was fumbling,
and biting,
and then three weeks of endless sin...

and then nothing,
or far too much,
my senses crept away
now enjoyment is just a thing to watch
and a thing for which I stay...

stuck in a meet market
don't get to dance
feel like I've had my last chance

I think I'll be going home
it's late and I fear
tonight will never happen...

here.