"They Tore The Hippodrome Down" lyrics

Oh, halt the shopping hall
Now I'm back inside the door
Tell no way up other
My appetite's so poor
Since my old girl left me
I stare at the wall
Living on memories
Existing, that's all
And the High Street smells of vandals and pissing
Like wild teeth, another shopgirl's missing

We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in, it's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down

Three musketeers
They used to call us
The summer days
They stretch before us
Somehow those days
They turned into years
Now I'm the last
Of the musketeers
Oh, the simple life, it used to do me
Now my own town's a stranger to me

We'd flirt and tease
Take a turn around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
I hardly know the streets of my own town
They tore the Hippodrome down

And the doctors hide
Behind numbers and shots
They say, "Take your pills"
They say, "Mind your heart"
That's not the sickness
That I'm staring at
What's the cure for lonely?
Where's the pill for that?

We'd flirt and tease
And glide around the floor
A drink and something greasy
That's what Saturdays were for
But now my youth's
A hole in the ground
What a world we live in, it's come to this
They tore the Hippodrome down
They tore the Hippodrome down
They tore the Hippodrome down