Thirty pounds but it don't worknSo now I'm stuck with itnTuesday night just spent some morenIt only made me feel like shitnPassed the shops in present fearnThe past has all been shotnThink you've been here all too longnThe shops I like have all gonenDusty books piling highnCobbled box of 45snPubs where Irish wheeze and hacknRotten floorboards, I want them backnnBeen in this shithole all my lifenEveryday somehow to strivenJust another slow bus ridenCan't you see the funny side?nnIs this the simple lifenIs this the only lifenIs this the city lifenIs this the joke of lifenShould I go out tonightnShould I stay insidenShould I stay and fightnOr turn out the lights?nnScottish tourists forgot the chorusnWent up to t'stage and did it for usnWent around the world, the wrong way roundnBought all the singles that I wantednSold them all for beernCould've gotten winenTalked about the old days all the bloody timennIs this the simple lifenIs this the only lifenIs this the joke of lifenIs this the city lifenShould I go out tonightnShould I stay insidenShould I stay and fightnOr should I turn out the lights?nnAnd the punk got fucked by the curse of junknAnd the punk got fucked by his bad lucknAnd the punk got fucked by the curse of junknAnd the punk got fucked by his bad lucknnI raise my arms, drunk, to the lights of the citynThis is somewhere cold, dirtynThis is somewhere full of beautynTook me to the sight of broken liesnLies that have broke are crueler spokenNeed the story to have some glorynOr just to keep alive a memorynnIs this the simple lifenIs this the only lifenIs this the joke of lifenIs this the city lifenShould I go out tonightnShould I stay insidenShould I stay and fightnOr should I turn out the lights?nnYou read a book about Stuart ChristienWent to Spain to change our historynSo he said, and so he fellnHe's a lighthouse in your heartnAnd someone soon will start a sparknSomewhere soon the streets will brewnThe spectacle can't beat us allnPut on your shoes, pennies not poundsnLooking for something they ain't foundnAnd sing:nnIs this the simple lifenIs this the only lifenShould I stay and fight, go out tonightnShould I turn out the lightsnTurn out the lightsnShould I stay and fight?nShould I stay and fight?nnAnd the punk got fucked by his bad lucknAnd the punk got fucked by the curse of junknAnd the punk got fucked by his bad lucknAnd the punk got fucked by his bad lucknnIs this the simple lifenIs the only lifenShould I stay and fightnShould I go out tonightnShould I go out tonightnOr should I stay and fightnShould I go out tonightnOr turn out the lights?nnShould I stay and fight?nOr go out tonight?nOr just turn out the lights?