Song Lyrics

Coming from your eyes,
No more selfish lies.
It's an awful week.
Marry me in jeans.
There's nothing on the wall,
In the bitter hall.
The neon lights are on,
That's where my bitter gone.

Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.

Adrenalin is weak,
Shifting as we speak.
And the beers flow down.
Ritual underground.

And it seems to change,
Weather, it's a game.
The neon lights are on.
Stellar, we'll take off.

Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.
Man alive.

Damon Albarn, David Rowntree, Graham Coxon, Steven Alexander James