DJ’s Get Doubts

Some say, Sean Walsh saved our City
To a certain extent, it's probably true
And nights are hardly dull as such
But the queues at the bar mean you don't drink as much
And let Fresher's chant what's the alternative? You became the establishment, you were always conservative
I'm happy but I'd hardly call this dancing as such
Like lovers holding hands and mostly losing touch

These little white lies
Drag you through the cold at night
These little white lies
Tear you in two like a Christmas cracker

I've been drinking with the champagne girls
Drew a cross on my belly and it probably worked
We used each other up and down, we leave each other alone
Dealers 'round the flat and now our cash is gone
And there's no such thing as a free night out,
guestlists cost and DJs get doubts
Promises stuck like that stuff in your hair
Had about as much effect and hung lifelessly there

These little white lies
Drag you through the colder nights
These little white lies
Tear you in two like a Christmas cracker
These little white lies
Drag you through the cold at night
These little white lies
Drag you through the cold at night