Soho Cry

Abi Hercules & Martin Muscatt

The night starts with a piercing as the place is filling up
The boys are looking pretty as they look eachother up
Dodgy suit walks round again a look to reconsider
It's always the ugly ones with the balls to chat you up

Hear the Soho cry
Just one more step and you will fly
Hear the Soho cry
You can sleep when you die

Jean-Luca's gone AWOL and The French don't sell pints
The black girl's a beauty, the red-haired boy's a site
Wack another fizz on the tab that's never-ending
Blood will be thinner in the veins of girl's for mending

Hear the Soho cry
Just one more step and you will fly
Hear the Soho cry
You can sleep when you die

The barmaids are all bitches, short-pouring's a must
The Irish boy can't take the groove but he's tempted by the lust
The Stateside band who all look twelve say trance is where it's at
Always wear a matching set for a different class of flash

Hear the Soho cry
Just one more step and you will fly
Hear the Soho cry
You can sleep when you die

Everything goes Pete Tong when the bastards call time
Phone a phone to get it back, wish you had a line
You pull a sweet one with a razor and the girls are getting fresh
A runner in the garage is the option that is best

Hear the Soho cry
Just one more step and you will fly
Hear the Soho cry
You can sleep when you die