Hello city …
Another night at the Palace
’cause there is nothing else to do.
The same people, the same drinks and the same music,
the same quicksand
I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast.

Second night at the Warehouse,
and my mock turtleneck just reeks.
From the liquor room to the changeroom,
to the doom and gloom
of the hotel room,

I wish this seaside beerhall would
sink into the bay.

Barenaked Ladies: Hello City.