Stone Cold Sober

Del Amitri

Everybody in the funhouse

Says they want out

But we're taking our time

'cos we're in love with time

Whole generations thinking of themselves

As infidels and pop stars

While the bomb loses patience

We line up and just lean against the bar



Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love.



Caught in the headlights

Wide-eyed and ready to receive

We are the dead life

Locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief

And these dark days

Make the nights seem brighter than they are

So while fleet street rolls and the moon glows

In the funhouse the fun starts



Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love.



Born in the half-light

Of threats and bribes

In a hopeless porn parade

We get the dog's life, tidbits train us

What to wear, what not to say

When you're footloose but you just feel limbless

Life gets in the way

So we get loaded or totally legless

But stay the same



Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love.