Sorted For E's & Wizz by Pulp

Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just 20,000
people standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this
feeling is. But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
And tell me when the spaceship lands 'cause all this has just got to
mean something. In the middle of the nite, it feels alright, but then
tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh yeah the pirate radio
station told us what was going down. Got the tickets from some
mashed up bloke in Camden Town. Oh and no-one seems to know
exactly where it is. But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's
and wizz. At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far
away. Alright. In the middle of the nite, it feels alright, but then
tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. Just keep on moving...
Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and it's 'nice
one', 'geezer' but that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my
friends, I dance alone, it's six o'clock I wanna go home. But it's 'no
way', 'not today', makes you wonder what it meant. And this hollow
feeling grows and grows and grows and grows, and you want to phone
your mother and say 'Mother, I can never come home again 'cause I
seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere
in a field in Hampshire'. Alright. In the middle of the nite, it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. What if you
never come down?