Sangtekst: Stereophonics. Nice To Be Out.

He asked me "so where have you been?",
Let me think, now let me see,
I was stood once where Hitler's feet
Had stood when he made his speech in Nuremberg in '38,
When he tried to build the perfect race,
He said "black men ain't gonna run, along side our perfect son's"

There's Dallas too, the library,
The place they ended Kennedy,
We stood were Oswald took his shot,
In my opinion there's a bigger plot,
Costner's back and to the left, the picket fence, the better bet,
Paris came and summer went, the tunnel's now a flower bed,

The famous turf that made Jeff Hurst,
The vodka stops to quench my thirst,
The golden gate stroke Alcatraz, the fat man failed to get us passes,
Jimmy's corner in "Raging Bull", De Niro's jokes and bottle pills,
Elvis tales from Mr Woodward,
Any Richard Burton, if you could

The tourists stare at tourist stops,
One more picture one more god,
Another top up for a change, it makes you think, it makes you sane,
Talking more about yourself, there's a mirror to have a check,
Cheques are always passing through some depart, but a lot come too,

Restaurant talk or pick your teeth,
Bite your tongue or chew your meat,
Sleep or drink or drink to sleep,
And one more week and we will meet,
We'll talk of what we haven't done,
Since we departed back a month,
We argue why we have to shout,
All in all it's nice to be out