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Artist：pulp
Songs Title：styloroc （nites of suburbia）
After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange exotic life
A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food exceptionally greasy
We drank strange brown liquids and our stomachs swelled up like balloons
A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains
They go on and on and on and on
Oh We sank back into long PVC sofas
Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof-tops plus it would rain
But now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door
Stay we must sprouting black hair beneath bry-nylon underwear
Yes you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Yeah oh I'm feeling greasy
Oh I can't hear you Oh you're fading away Oh no Oh
