Northern Soul

The soundman’s getting angry And the barkeep’s lost his smile The late crowd’s always cranky I’m sticking round here for awhile You’re tuning up your six string And you’re praying you’ll do fine You’re gonna make their ears ring Atop the stage inside your mind Well, the street’s on fire And the walls are closing in No, I’ve never felt so tired And I can’t remember when The night fell hard on 1st street And we played at Northern Soul The Stiletto girl went barefoot And her eyes were black as coal She was so bold Woah-oh-oh-oh Your girlfriend’s getting wasted Like so many times before The Long Island Tea, she chased it With a shot of French Liqueur There’s porno in the men’s room Clipped from girly magazines An 80’s centerfold in full bloom Reminds you of your teenage dreams Well, the street’s on fire And the walls are closing in No, I’ve never felt so tired And I can’t remember when The night fell hard on 1st street And we played at Northern Soul The Stiletto girl went barefoot And her eyes were black as coal She was so bold Woah-oh-oh-oh No, I don’t think we belong here It all seems so obscene Pretending we have no fear And taking on the local scene It’s so hard keeping sober I’ve been dry for thirty days And when the night is over Think I’ll just sleep for days Well, the street’s on fire And the walls are closing in No, I’ve never felt so tired And I can’t remember when The night fell hard on 1st street And we played at Northern Soul The Stiletto girl went barefoot And her eyes were black as coal She was so bold Woah-oh-oh-oh