Mark was there, he was chasing tail 
The urban genie on the door got offered the manners test and failed.
That girl who said that she was your friend, but you hated her
was there in her element as two chunky, thick set skinheads gyrated her.

I'll be sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
this time you've gone too far
I'll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS cash machine
Don't sniff keep it clean.
What should I do now, I'm all alone?
the rest of the world has gone home

I tried playing my feelings though the back of this verse.
Just like Neil Young did in the back of his hearse.
But you won't hear much of that though, in here though,
it's full of cheerful chaps who whistle, and leer, 
live on their own.

I'll be sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
this time you've gone too far
I'll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS cash machine
Don't sniff keep it clean.
What should I do now, I'm all alone?
the rest of the world has gone home.

The Deansgate fireflies they blink, and wink at me.
I haven't felt this alone since my art GCSE
Don't bother with the tears tomorrow
you're always doing it, you're always doing it, 
you're always bloody doing it

I'll be sulking by the cigarette machine by the back bar
this time you've gone too far
I'll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS cash machine
Don't sniff keep it clean.
What should I do now, I'm all alone?
the rest of the world has gone home.

What should I do now, I'm all alone?
the rest of the world has gone home....