Spike Island - Pulp

Lyrics by：Jarvis Cocker

Composed by：Adam Betts/Andrew McKinney/Candida Doyle/Emma Smith/Jarvis Cocker/Jason Buckle/Mark Webber/Nick Banks

Produced by：James Ford

Something stopped me

Dead in my tracks

I was heading for disaster

And then I turned back

I was wrestling with a coat-hanger

Can you guess who won?

The Universe shrugged

Shrugged then moved on

It's a guess

No idea

It's a feeling

Not a voice

In my head

Just a feeling

And by the way

Spike Island

Come alive

And by the way

This time I'll get it right

Oh

Not a shaman or a showman

Ashamed that I was selling the rights

I took a breather

And decided not to ruin my life

I was conforming to a cosmic design

I was playing to type

Until I walked back to the Garden

Of Earthly Delights

I was born

To perform

It's a calling

I exist

To do this

Shouting and pointing

And by the way

Spike Island

Come alive

And by the way

This time I'll get it right

Oh

No-one will ever understand it

And no-one will ever have the last word

Because it's not something you could ever say

So swivel

It's a guess

No idea

It's a feeling

Not a voice

In my head

Just a feeling

And by the way

Spike Island

Come alive

And by the way

This time I'll get it right

Oh

And by the way

Spike Island

Come alive

And by the way

This time I'll get it right

Oh