Anyone who has spent that much time in the Cheese is probably suffering with the same affliction as Bruce Willis in the sixth sense.
But not knowing it... They think they're still alive and go through the motions, but there's not much chance anyone going to the cheese could survive for long.
So you think it's a bit like the ballroom scene from "The Shining" (though rather less salubrious), and to the outside world it's empty, but as you pass you can hear the muffled clanking of pint-pots and the faint wailing of Joni from the ghostly jukebox?
On a dark Latchford highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of carling/ass Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a super fast snail My hips were painful and my sight grew dim I had to stop for some ale. There she stood in the doorway I heard a Badger pack call, And I was thinking to myself "This could be Heaven or 'haps a beer hall" Then she lit up a reefer And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor They sounded slurred and gray "Welcome to the cheese-hell you old geeza Such a drunken place (Such a drunken place) Such a drunk disgrace Plenty of beer at the cheese-hell you old geeza Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here"
Last two verses, after it's been tarted up: Stains cleaned off the ceiling Killed the bugs and mice Everything’s now glistening here But it’s the same old vice And from the landlord’s chambers They’ve brought a novel feast Instead of crisps and pickled eggs They now serve Wildebeest Last thing I remember Was going through the door Everything just after that Became a distant blur “Relax” said the barman "For the outside world don’t grieve You’ll be so pissed by 10 o’clock You’ll never want to le-e-eave" (Guitar solo outro)
