Sorted for E’s and Wizz

[Verse 1]

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?

Or just 20,000 people standing in a field

And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is

But that's okay cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz

And tell me when the spaceship lands

'Cause all this has just got to mean something, oh

In the middle of the night, it feels alright

But then tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down, ah

Oh yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down

Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town

Oh, and no one seems to know exactly where it is

But that's okay cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz

At 4 o'clock the normal world

Seems very, very, very far away, alright

In the middle of the night, it feels alright

But then tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down, ah

Just keep on moving

Everybody asks your name they say we're all the same

And now it's "nice one, geezer", and that's as far as the conversation went

I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's six o'clock I wanna go home

But it's "no way", "not today", makes you wonder what it meant

And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows

And you want to call your mother and say, "Mother, I can never come home again

'Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere

Somewhere in a field in Hampshire", alright

In the middle of the night, it feels alright

But then tomorrow morning

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Ooh, what if you never come down?