Another night at the palace,

'cause there is nothing else to do.

The same people, the same drinks

and the same music,

the same quicksand.

I think this harbor town is waist

deep and sinking fast.

CHORUS:

Hello city, you've found

an enemy in me.

Hello city, hello city.

Second night at the warehouse,

and my mock turtleneck just reeks.

From the liquor room to the

changeroom

to the doom and gloom

of the hotel room,

I wish this seaside beerhall would

sink into the bay.

CHORUS

Maybe I caught you at a bad time,

maybe I should call you back next

week,

maybe half the fault was mine that

the sun didn't shine on Barrington

Street

It's three o'clock in the morning,

and I'm hungry so lets eat.

Climb down three flights to the

streetlights

and the barfights, we're just taking

in the sights.

I hope tomorrow that I wake up in

my own bed.

CHORUS

"What a good place to be,

don't believe them,

'Cause they speak a different

language

and its never been happy for me.

It's Happy Hour again."

Hello city, Hello city