Fear and Loathing - the Delaneys Sessions

A cultural wasteland not notable like a ghost town
Empty shopping centres all the naff clubs have shut down
And nothing worth anything can be easily found
And there's never anything new doing the rounds
And I wish that I could be clever enough
To maybe be a music critic
Or maybe just poetic enough
To be the romantic type of cynic

But I'm looking for fear and loathing in a nothing nowhere hum drum town
And I'd like to see a little more than an uncertain skeptic's frown
Where all the pubs are packed
But the charisma is empty
You can see there's nothing left to be done
On this side of the century

Cheap white cider and high street casinos
Hard faced corner shop keepers wherever you go
Lunatics, lotto tickets, suburban asylum
Kid outside wants four cans needs you to buy them
But at least you're still enlightened enough
To speak plagiarised words about prose and poetry
While I'll never be anything more than a pale imitation of Barat and Doherty

But I'm looking for fear and loathing in a nothing nowhere hum drum town
And I'd like to see a little more than an uncertain skeptic's frown
Where all the pubs are packed
But the charisma is empty
You can see there's nothing left to be done
On this side of the century

But I'm looking for fear and loathing in a nothing nowhere hum drum town
And I'd like to see a little more than an uncertain skeptic's frown
Where all the pubs are packed
But the charisma is empty
You can see there's nothing left to be done
On this side of the century