Sorted for E's & Wizz

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel

Or just twenty-thousand people standing in a field?

And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is

But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz

And tell me when the spaceship lands

'Cause all this has just got to mean something-ing, oh

In the middle of the night

It feels alright, but then, tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Oh, yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down

Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town

Oh, and no one seems to know exactly where it is

But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz

At 4 o'clock, the normal world seems very, very, very far away-ay

Alright

In the middle of the night

It feels alright, but then, tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Just keep on moving

Everybody asks your name

They say we're all the same, and now it's, "Nice one, geezer"

That's as far as the conversation went

I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock, I wanna go home

But it's, "No way, not today"

Makes you wonder what it meant, and, uh

And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows

And you want to call your mother and say

"Mother, I can never come home again

'Cause I've seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere

Somewhere in a field in Hampshire," alright

In the middle of the night

It feels alright, but then, tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Ooh, what if you never come down?