Stone Cold Sober - Del Amitri

Everybody in the fun house

Says they want out

But we’re taking our time

'Cos we’re in love with time

Whole generations thinking of themselves

As infidels and pop stars

While the bomb loses patience

We line up and just lean against the bar

Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love

Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love

Caught in the headlights

Wide-eyed and ready to receive

We are the dead life

Locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief

And these dark days

Make the nights seem brighter than they are

So while Fleet Street rolls and the moon glows

In the fun house the fun starts

Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love

We’re stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love, love, love

We are the dead life

We are the dead life

So come on, come on

Born in the half-light of threats and bribes

In a hopeless porn parade

We get the dog’s life, tidbits train us

What to wear, what not to say

When you’re footloose and you just feel limbless

Life gets in the way

So we get loaded or totally legless

But stay the same

Stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love

We’re stone cold sober, looking for bottles of love, love

We’re stone cold sober and looking for bottles of love

We’re stone cold sober and looking, looking

So come on, come on

We are the dead life

We are the dead life

We are the dead life