Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall
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Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall
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The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare
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There was a sense of threat in the air
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Everyone's dancing, feeling fine
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But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying
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I stood alone in the darkened room
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My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
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Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching in the streets
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Sniffing out the candy and the left over meat
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Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep
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Murdering the hooker and chops off their feet
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Everyone's dancing, feeling fine
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But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying
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I stood alone in the darkened room
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My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
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This is just a night in the City of Culture
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But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures [4x]
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All the lights came on and the music stopped
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Men in uniform outside on watch
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The tramp waits by the bush to pounce
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Woken up again by a young girl's shout
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Closing up the club, a fight breaks out
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All the Black Mariahs were left in no doubt
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One got killed another one ran
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They ended up arresting an innocent man
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This is just a night in the City of Culture
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But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures [4x]
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Dirty Dancehall
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The Zutons |