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Lost In Clubland - Gary Myrick

Written by：Gary Myrick/C. Smith|Jay Ferguson

Excuse me

They come out at night

I can tell they're restless

Dressed up so outrageous

To please and criticize

We can pretend

Act as if we just met

Slap a waitress around

And walk up to perfect strangers

Play dumb

Bathe in champagne

Work on a big excuse

My darling come with me

Big fun in the latest casbah

They come out at night

I can tell they're restless

Dressed up so contagious

In the land of milk and honey

Lost in clubland

We're lost in clubland

We can eat music

And run the whole distance

Take the girls' temperatures

We could insight a riot

We won't be ourselves

We'll act instinctively

We'll be the golden people

From the perfect plane

Lost in clubland

We're lost in clubland

Push the face of the world

You can change the channel

The cars are shining clean

And the streets are weird and pretty

The buildings bend above us

Is it hell or heaven

Don't try to telephone

You can never go home

Lost in clubland

Lost in clubland

Lost in clubland

Lost in clubland