Cynical
Cynical

You’re not impressed by much and you’re looking pretty bored of the floor
You like the taste of champagne but your whisky’s in a jar by the door
This city is alive with a driving sense of pestilent fear
Well nobody is perfect and there sure as hell ain’t nobody here

All the money’s gone and the party is over
We’ve gone too far
All the money’s gone and the party is over
It's made you….cynical

Tear around the town with a bottle full of love in your hand
Indict the sorry bunch you see, they’re all just bloody fools to a man
You think that if you never hold out hope then you can’t be let down.
But if you look for sadness then there’s always sadness there to be found.

All the money’s gone and the party is over
We’ve gone too far
All the money’s gone and the par ty is over
It's made you….cynical

There must be more to life than you and me picking everything apart
I would try to be yours but I can never be sure, that you would approve of my heart.

All the money’s gone and the party is over
Reality has come and its blown all your cover
Now everybody knows what you knew all the time
That maybe you’ve committed a crime
Cynical
Cynical

There must be more to life than you and me picking everything apart
I would try to be yours but I can never be sure, that you would approve of my heart.

All the money’s gone and the party is over
Greed shame fools game  
All the money’s gone and the par ty is over
It's made you….cynical