Pulp
Sorted for e's and wizz

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[C]Oh is this the way they say the futures meant to feel?
Or just twenty [G]thousand people standing in a field
[C]And I just don't understand quite what this feeling is
That's okay cos[G] we're all sorted out for E's and Whizz
And tell [C]me when the spaceship lands
Cos all this has just got to mean [G]something

[Dm]In the middle of the night
[F]It feels alright[G] but then tomorrow morning[Bb]
[Am]Ohh ohh when you come do[Bb]wn [G]

Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some messed up bloke in Camden Town
And no one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay, cos we're all sorted out for E's and Whizz
At four o' clock the normal world seems very very very far away
Hey hey

[C]Just keep on moving [G]
[C]Everybody asks your name they say we're all the same
And now it's, Nice One, [G]Geezer
and that's as far as the conversation went
I lo[C]st my friends I dance alone,
it's 6 o' clock, I wanna go home
[G]But itn's no way not today,
makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow f[C]eeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you wanna call your mother and say, "Mother,
I can never come home again
because I seem to have left
an important part of my brain
somewhere in a field in Hampshire. Alright

[Am]Oohh Oohh when you come do[Bb]wn
[Am]Ooh what if you never come do[Bb]wn?