Let's go...
At home on that Friday night
And his weekend's been made 'cause he's just been paid
He'll be at tonight's Hadouken! gig
He's got his tickets and it's gonna be big
Gel in his hair and he's finally ready
His jeans are washed and there's [life in his bedding?]
Only 17 and he's up for the game
Straight out the door like his boys on the train
[chorus]
What he don't know is that he's on a roll
'Cause when he's at the gig he's gonna meet a girl
They're gonna lose their mates; they're gonna stay out late
'Cause it is love in the crowd
Sick music at loud volumes
Plastic cups of beer and hormones
Bright lights and ripping guitar
At the gig where he met her
And there's sweat on the ceiling
[Party at the waiting feeling?]
They're crushed up and everyone's screaming
At the gig where she kissed him
[/chorus]
At home in the early evening
She's gettin' dressed up with her mates in her room
Her seventh outfit that she's tried on
She slaps on her nicest perfume.
Her girls tell her that she looks hot
They drink alcopops and neck a few shots in
Time's up and they're ready to rock
[?_________?] they get fags at the shop
[Chorus]
So they're inside the venue; it's quarter past eight
Got an hour 'til the band takes stage
She looks over and spots our boy
He's lost his face and he's acting coy
The queue at the bar ain't great
[One waits?] 'til she leaves her mates
She walks over and as she gets closer...
...he looks and turns and he notices her ;)
All this time...
The lights go down, the air is thick
I search for words, atmosphere is sick
Silhouettes appear; the crowd all cheer.
It feels like they've been waiting years.
Lyrics submitted by Chris, Dronfield.