Popscene (Live at Wembley Stadium)

A fervid 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-covered clone am I So in the absence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again and again Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene! Alright I'm leaving town to run away Run into your twisted arms No queues and there's no panic there Just dangle your feet in the grass My lack of natural lustre 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! Alright Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene!