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Faces pale and nauseous pass
Blood on their shirts as they fall
I raised a hand to a girl that I knew
Having sex on a car park wall

Welcome to the high life
Let's hang with the ghosts
Of Saturday night

A stumbling walk from police cars and screams
Through the crumbling Mecca of bars
Victorian roofs into black silhouettes
To the blue and the twilight of stars

Welcome to the high life
Let's hang with the ghosts
Of Saturday night

Welcome to the high life
Let's hang with the ghosts
Of Saturday night

Tumbling feet on the treacherous streets
To the birds that circle the moon
I called in slow motion
"Why am I here?"
They said "You are the souls of dead fools"

Welcome to the high life
Let's hang with the ghosts
Of Saturday night

Welcome to the high life
Let's hang with the ghosts
Of Saturday night
Saturday night...


Written By:
D. Popplewell
 
Found On:
Running Girl
Running Girl US
Running Girl Japan
 
Quotes:
Danny: Come together while the sun set on a Saturday night in the Liverpool city centre, as the daylight failed and the studio lights blinked to life. Playing the piano like Doctor Phibes, I watched the dancing ghosts roll into the night from our 4th floor window. The song became a story about a misfit who staggers around and finally asks the midnight seagulls what it's all about but I won't give the answer away. Later we shot half a video (still unfinished), walking around the worst violent zone at 1am. I took the sound and used it all over the song - girls screeching, and at the end, a bouncer asking us what we were doing.


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