This is the end of the night,
no ones on the floor,
No more rad kids will spend now,
No more will they pour,
They're cashing up and calling cabs,
we must go,
the sun is about to come out,
take me home.

Lets go via Turkish cafe,
they're open all night,
falaffel wrapped in hummus,
a [clover] and a sprite

They'll turn up in a pound of it,
we must go,
the sun is about to come out,
take me home.

[Chorus]
I'll be good to you on the primrose path,
and we'll forget I am a sociopath,
I will buy you things,
cryin' Lion King
And I'll try not break your sweetness,

I'll be good to you on the primrose path,
and we'll forget I am a sociopath,
I will buy you things,
cryin' Lion King
And I'll try not break your sweetness,
Angel