Letras
I haunt the shopping hall
Now I'm back inside the door
Don't know why I bother
My appetite's so poor
Since my old girl left me
I stare at the wall
Living on memories
Existing, that's all
And the high street smells
Of vandals and pissing
Like bad old teeth
Another shop goes missing
We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in
It's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down
Three musketeers
They used to call us
The summer days
They stretched before us
Somehow those days
They turned into years
Now I'm the last
Of the musketeers
Oh, that simple life
It used to do me
Now my own town's
A stranger to me
We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
I hardly know the streets
Of my own town
They tore the Hippodrome down
And the doctors hide
Behind numbers and charts
They say take your pills
They say mind your heart
That's not the sickness
That I'm staring at
What's the cure for lonely?
Where's the pill for that?
We'd flirt and tease
And glide around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in
It's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down
They tore the Hippodrome down