Clubland Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

I tried to phone a friend tonight 

I paid to get in here and now 

The loneliness has found me 

In the nightclub of my nightmares 

The choice between this sweaty hell 

Pornography at Novotel 

The redneck show on CNN 

And the picture on the wall 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never meant that much to me 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never held that much for me 

All the little Draculas 

The suckers and the vacuous 

The throbbing of the temples now 

And the prices at the bar 

Did God send you to kill my joy? 

Am I a girl? Are you a boy? 

If you are Prince then I'm Rob Roy 

And the writing's on the wall 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never meant that much to me 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never meant a damn to me 

I came, I saw, I left and then 

I went back to my bed again 

I cursed the orange counter pane 

And the picture on the wall 

I shut my eyes, I closed my head 

I prayed I wouldn't wake up dead 

But when it's dark you still see red 

And the picture on the wall 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never meant that much to me 

Clubland, clubland 

Clubland never lent a hand to me 

Clubland