On our trip to England I noticed something obscene People still actually give a shit about the Queen Though London girls aren't snobs at all and Brighton's lovely in the Fall Left alone to drive ourselves on the opposite side Man it was a miracle that nobody died Hanging out with Steven Drew, Theo, Paul and Sorrel too Eating at Welcome Breaks daily We danced in Leeds with Brit Pop Haley Performing with the Apples and then crashing at the Wrights Bitching because Steven booked us on such early flights Always in a foggy haze because we hadn't slept for days Every single one of our London cabbies played The most truly repellent techno music ever made But they'll drop you without hesitation if you try changing the station Up to our necks in crisps and litter in the van we dubbed the Gary Glitter My British Tour Diary - Of Montreal (Satanic Panic In The Attic, 2004).
