Pulp - Sorted for es and wizz
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Oh, is Cthis the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just G20,000 people standing in a field?
And I Cdon't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that's GOK, 'cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
And Ctell me when the spaceship lands
'Cos all this has just got to mean Gsomething
[Chorus]
Oh Dm
In the middle of the nightF
It feels aGlright, but then Bbtomorrow morning
AmOh
Oh, then you come Bbdown G
[Verse 2]
Oh yeah, the pCirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fGucked-up* bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and Cno-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's OGK, 'cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At C4 o'clock the normal world seems very very very far awGay hey
[Chorus]
AlrigDmht!
In the middle of the nightF
It feels aGlright, but then Bbtomorrow morning
AmOh
Oh, then you come Bbdown G
[Verse 3]
Just keep on Cmoving! G
CEverybody asks your name They say we're all the same
And now it's "Gnice one, geezer" (and that's as far as the conversation went)
I Clost my friends and danced alone It's 6 o'clock, I wanna go home
GBut it's "no way, not today" Makes you wonder what it meant, and, uh...
CAnd this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows
And you Gwant to call your mother And say: "Mother, I can never come home again!"
"'CCos I seem to have left an important part of my brain
Somewhere, Gsomewhere in a field in Hampshire", alright!
[Chorus]
DmIn the middle of the nighFt
It feels aGlright, but then Bbtomorrow morning
AmOh
Oh, then you come Bbdown G
AmOh, what if you never come Bbdown?