the wutars

Stay up, stay up!
The street’s our oyster
And the tube, our swift carriage, awaits
We’re beautiful, we’re young
And we’ve lost the plot
It was never ours to use in the first place anyway
 
It’s not enough
To drink your poison
And let your sense get you safely on a train
When you’ve been home more than you know
And sex and sleep always finish up the same
 
Stay up, stay up…
We’ll be the stars of Oxford Street
In the twilight, as the shops are in the day
To get kicked out of bars
Expelled upon our arse
Under the city lights in the season
It’s the season