Pulp - After You

On the last night on earth when the horses run free

The scriptures foretell of a party in Hackney

In a dimly lit room crammed with loathing and hate

They’re selling their souls and I just can’t wait

I shrivel inside at the sight of her beauty

I fall to the floor as she’s shaking her booty

The rain makes me shiver; the wind turns me blue

Oh – the things we get up to, to get through the night after you

I knew it was wrong; I began to suspect

When she reached over and pressed the eject

I was up to the gunnels against your advice

I felt so ashamed that I did it twice

From disco to disco; from Safeway to Tesco

We’re shopping around from the cradle til death row

From Tesco it’s down to the 7-11

To chase through the night time, to chase through the night after you

After you

I can’t explain why I need to be free

But if you need to be naked that’s alright by me

It’s the fast track express to the graveyard, I know

So what are you waiting for? Hey ho, let’s go

From disco to disco; from Safeway to tesco

We’re shopping around from the cradle til death row

Don’t stop til the train has pulled into the station

I’ll hold the door for you – no, I insist, after you

After you

After you            

I’ll hold the door for you – no, I insist, after you

After you

After you