Versuri Fake Tales Of San Francisco

 
 
Fake Tales of San Francisco 
Echo through the room 
More point to a wedding disco 
Without a bride or groom 
 
There's a super cool band yeah 
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine 
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets 
Practicing their lines 
 
I don't want to hear you 
(Kick me out, kick me out) 
I don't want to hear you no 
(Kick me out, kick me out) 
 
Fake Tales of San Francisco 
Echo through the air 
And there's a few bored faces in the back 
All wishing they weren't there 
 
And as the microphone squeaks 
A young girl's telephone beeps 
Yeah she's dashing for the exit 
she's running to the streets outside 
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line 
"The band were fucking wank 
And I'm not having a nice time" 
 
Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though 
So all that's left 
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf 
 
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar 
I don't quite know the distance 
But I'm sure that's far 
I'm sure that's pretty far 
 
I'd love to tell you all my problem 
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham 
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook 
 
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook