Pulp - Sorted For E's and Wizz lyrics

Oh, is this the way they say
The future's meant to feel?
Or just 20, 000 people standing in a field
And I don't quite understand just
What this feeling is
But that's okay cause we're all sorted
Out for E's and wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands
'Cause all this has just
Got to mean something oh

In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Oh yeah, the pirate radio station told us
What was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked
Up bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and no-one seems to know
Exactly where it is
But that's okay cause we're all sorted
Out for E's and wizz at 4 o'clock the normal
World seems very, very, very far away
Alright

In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Just keep on moving

Everybody asks your name they say
We're all the same
And now it's "nice one", "geezer"
And that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
It's six o'clock I wanna go home
But it's "no way", "not today"
Makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows and
Grows and grows and grows
And you want to call your mother and say
"Mother, I can never come home again
'Cause I seem to have left an
Important part of my brain
Somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire"
Alright

In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Ooh, ooh, then you come down

Ooh, ooh, then you come down
Ooh, what if you never come down?