Tekster: Fratellis. Here We Stand. Milk And Money.

Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window, tearing down the hall

And the last chance girl in a first dance swirl
Lays her head down on the wooden floor won't be dancing anymore

And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at Babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel

The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one, always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothing's getting in there, no one's getting through

And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor won't be dancing anymore

And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at Babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel