A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
I'm leaving town to run away
Right into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the absence of a way of life
I'll repeat this again and again, and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene
Right into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the absence of a way of life
I'll repeat this again and again, and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene
Songwriters: Alexander James Steven / Alexander Rowntree David / Damon Albarn / Graham Leslie Coxon
Pop Scene lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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