Tekst:
Blur Live At The Budokan Live

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur Of what is known as (Parklife) And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through

Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece, on holiday Love in the Nineties, is paranoid On sunny beaches take your chances

I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me She's so high, she's so high, she

He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line

All those dirty words They make us look so dumb Been drinking far too much And neither of us mean what we say Well you and I Collapsed in love And it