Clubland - Kirsty MacColl

I tried to phone a friend tonight
I paid to get in here and now
The loneliness has found me in the nightclub of my nightmares
The choice between this sweaty hell?
Pornography at Novotel,
The redneck show on CNN
And the picture on the wall

Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never meant that much to me
Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never held that much for me

All the little draculas
The suckers and the vacuous
The throbbing of the temples now
And the prices at the bar
Did God send you to kill my joy?
Am I a girl? Are you a boy?
If you are Prince then I'm Rob Roy
And the writing's on the wall

Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never meant that much to me
Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never meant a damn to me

I came, I saw, I left and then
I went back to my bed again
I cursed the orange counter pane
And the picture on the wall

I shut my eyes, I closed my head
I prayed I wouldn't wake up dead
But when it's dark you still see red
And the picture on the wall

Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never meant that much to me
Clubland
Clubland
Clubland never lent a hand to me

Clubland